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200 She sped without fear in the awe of night, Though the shuddering shadows would stay her flight With the thought of a horror unknown, Or a streamlet would laugh 'neath the hedge unshown But the Lady Kathleen wept no more : “Oh, joy is mine, for my trial's o'er!”

To the white thorn-tree on the fairy rath The Lady Kathleen quick took her path. Till she stood in the midst of the elfin host, Like a lily pale or a fair white ghost Loud the fairies laughed in their mad retreat. As she found her love with a whispered “Sweet! It were no sorrow to lose for you Youth's golden days or weep long nights through.” But he said: “My love she had golden hair— Her hands, her feet, they were lily-fair: So you can never be love of mine.”

“O Love!” she cried, “if I am not thine. My hands grew hard as they wove for thee The magic cloak that hath set thee free. My face grew sad, and my hair grew white, In the silent horror of many a night. And what shall I now that hope's beacon-glow Is quenched, and my heart sinks with gloom and woe? Thy love,” she cried, “be she lily-fair As the fruit-tree's bloom that may never bear. Thou hungeredst—to fruit the blossom came: Thus youth was lost and thus beauty slain. Thy sweet was fair as the page unwrit Till Love's strong hand traced his name on it Then, O my dear, if thou canst not see This sorrow cometh from love of thee. Be blind awhile with a rising tear. And thou wilt find that thy love is here.” But ah, for woman whose heart is strong To weary never and love too long! And what is life to a heart denied? Fair Lady Kathleen drooped and died.