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l my tears were dried for very shame; Then he cried out: "O mourner, where is she Whom I have sought o'er every land and sea? I love her and she loveth me, and still We meet no more than green hill meeteth hill." With that he passed on sadly, and I knew That these had met and missed in the dark night, Blinded by blindness of the world untrue, That hideth love and maketh wrong of right. Then midst my pity for their lost delight, Yet more with barren longing I grew weak, Yet more I mourned that I had none to seek. THE HALL AND THE WOOD. 'Twas in the water-dwindling tide When July days were done, Sir Rafe of Greenhowes, 'gan to ride In the earliest of the sun. He left the white-walled burg behind, He rode amidst the wheat. The westland-gotten wind blew kind Across the acres sweet. Then rose his heart and cleared his brow, And slow he rode the way: "As then it was, so is it now, Not all hath worn away." So came he to the long green lane That leadeth to the ford, And saw the sickle by the wain Shine bright as any sword. The brown carles stayed 'twixt draught and draught, And murmuring, stood aloof, But one spake out when he had laughed: "God bless the Green-wood Roof!" Then o'er the ford and up he fared: And lo the happy hills! And the mountain-dale by summer cleared, That oft the winter fills. Then forth he rode by Peter's gate, And smiled and said aloud: "No more a day doth the Prior wait, White stands the tower and proud." There leaned a knight on the gateway side In armour white and wan, And after the heels of the horse he cried, "God keep the hunted man!" Then quoth Sir Rafe, "Amen, amen!" For he deemed the word was good; But never a while he lingered then Till he reached the Nether Wood. * * * * * He rode by ash, he rode by oak, He rode the thicket round, And heard no woodman strike a stroke, No wandering wife he found. He rode the wet, he rode the dry, He rode the grassy glade: At Wood-end yet the sun was high, And his heart was unafraid. There on the bent his rein he drew, And looked o'er field and fold, O'er all the merry meads he knew Beneath the mountains old. He gazed across to the good Green Howe As he smelt the sun-warmed sward; Then his face grew pale from chin to brow, And he cried, "God save the sword!" For there beyond the winding way, Above the orchards green, Stood up the ancient gables gray With ne'er a roof between. His naked b
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