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in the green lane went And he drew his robe full tight, "I would," quoth he, "I were home again For there’s evil in the night.

"I would," quoth he, "the gold I bear Were safe with the poor and old, For strange the fear that follows me That my eyes cannot behold."

He looked him left and there he saw A white rose climb and cling, He looked him right and in the brake A wild bird shook his wing.

He looked him back and far there stood The old church tall and dim, Yet on the lonely path there came A terror strange to him.