SIR ANASTASIUS
The knight sweeps down his darksome sword,
To the hounds he throws her heart.
"Each Friday here this must be done
As slow day doth depart;
As many years this must be done
As months she wore my heart."
To the hounds he throws her heart.
"Each Friday here this must be done
As slow day doth depart;
As many years this must be done
As months she wore my heart."
Afar she flies through the fallen gloom,
The knight pursues again.
Anastasius museth: "For my lady
To see this I were fain.
The knight pursues again.
Anastasius museth: "For my lady
To see this I were fain.
"For my lady bright to have seen this night
This vision I were fain.
A Friday here must she be brought
When day is at the wane."
This vision I were fain.
A Friday here must she be brought
When day is at the wane."
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With mirth and song and talk among,
To supper there is set
A company, with gaiety
There in the wild wood met.
To supper there is set
A company, with gaiety
There in the wild wood met.
The feast is stopp'd on the table-board,
The harper drops his hand,
Each lightsome maid is now afraid,
Each lover is unmann'd.
The harper drops his hand,
Each lightsome maid is now afraid,
Each lover is unmann'd.
A wondrous sight! a lady bright,
Slain by a phantom lord;
Slain by a phantom lord;
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