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29 Then did the boy his tongue unlock;

And thus to me he made reply:

"At Kilve there was no weather-cock,

And that's the reason why."

O dearest, dearest Boy! my heart

For better lore would seldom yearn,

Could I but teach the hundredth part

Of what from thee I learn.