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 HOM seek you here, sweet Mistress Fell?" "One who loved me passing well. Dark his eye, wild his face — Stranger, if in this lonely place Bide such an one, then, prythee, say I am come here to-day."

"Many his like, Mistress Fell?" "I did not look, so cannot tell. Only this I surely know, When his voice called me, I must go; Touched me his fingers, and my heart Leapt at the sweet pain's smart." "Why did he leave you, Mistress Fell?" "Magic laid its dreary spell. — Stranger, he was fast asleep; Into his dream I tried to creep; Called his name, soft was my cry; He answered — not one sigh.

"The flower and the thorn are here; Falleth the night-dew, cold and clear;