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iii.

I made a feast; I bad him come:

I won his love, I brought him home.
⁠The wind is roaring in turret and tree.
And after supper on a bed,
Upon my lap he laid his head:
⁠O the Earl was fair to see!

iv.

I kiss'd his eyelids into rest:

His ruddy cheeks upon my breast.
⁠The wind is raging in turret and tree.
I hated him with the hate of hell,
But I loved his beauty passing well.
⁠O the Earl was fair to see!

v.

I rose up in the silent night:

I made my dagger sharp and bright.
⁠The wind is raving in turret and tree.
As half-asleep his breath he drew,
Three times I stabb'd him thro' and thro'.
⁠O the Earl was fair to see!