The Damozels
Lady Alice, Lady Louise,
Between the wash of the tumbling seas
We are ready to sing, if so ye please;
So lay your long hands on the keys;
Sing, "Laudate pueri."
And ever the great bell overhead
Boom'd in the wind a knell for the dead.
Though no one toll'd it, a knell for the dead.
Lady Louise
Sister, let the measure swell
Not too loud; for you sing not well
If you drown the faint boom of the bell;
He is weary, so am I.
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