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Rapunzel
The Witch
Guendolen ! Guendolen !
Lend me your hair!
Guendolen
Verily, I seem like one
Who, when day is almost done,
Through a thick wood meets the sun
That blazes in her hair.
King Sebald
Yea, at the palace gates,
"Praise God!" the great knights said,
"For Sebald the high king,
And the lady's golden head."
The Witch
Woe is me! Guendolen
Sweeps back her hair.
Guendolen
Nothing wretched now, no screams;
I was unhappy once in dreams,
And even now a harsh voice seems
To hang about my hair.
The Witch
Woe! that any man could dare
To climb up the yellow stair,
Glorious Guendolen's golden hair.
