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 Awaken wanderings of light air

To stir their coverlet and their hair.

And poets found, old writers say,

A yew tree where his body lay,

But a wild apple hid the grass

With its sweet blossom where hers was;

And being in good heart, because

A better time had come again

After the deaths of many men,

And that long fighting at the ford,

They wrote on tablets of thin board,

Made of the apple and the yew,

All the love stories that they knew.

Let rush and bird cry out their fill

Of the harper's daughter if they will,

Beloved, I am not afraid of her

She is not wiser nor lovelier,

And you are more high of heart than she

For all her wanderings over-sea;

But I'd have bird and rush forget

Those other two, for never yet

Has lover lived but longed to wive

Like them that are no more alive.

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