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Rh III. They had not been wedded a year, a year, A year but barely two, When the good wife close to the hearth-stone crept And rocked her babe while the good man slept And the wind in the chimney blew.

Loud was the sea and fierce was the night, Gloomy and wild and dour; From a flying cloud came a lightning flash, A pane of the window fell in with a crash, And something rang on the floor.

O, was it a stone from the waste sea-beach? O, was it an earthly thing? She stirred the peat and stooped to the ground, And there in the red, red light she found The half of a broken ring.

She rose upright in a terror of fright As one that hath sinned a sin, And out of the dark and the wind and rain, Through the jagged gap of the broken pane, A man’s white face looked in

“Oh, why didst thou stay so long, Juan? Five years I waited for thee.” “I vowed by our troth, that living or dead I should come back yet to thine arms and thy bed, And my vow I have kept, my chree.”

“But I have been false to my troth, Juan; Falsely I swore me away.” “I have silks and satins and lace and gold, I have treasure as deep us my ship will hold; And my barque lies out in the bay.”