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Rh 'Every eve, when the clock chimes eight, I kiss her fair, by her mother's gate: Twice, all reverent, on the brow — Once for a pray'r, and once for a vow; Twice on her eyes that they may shine, Then, full on the mouth because she's mine.'"

"Calf!" sneered the riders. "O Tinker, heed! Mount and away with us, we must speed. All Gosh is agog for the coming of Sym. Garlands and greatness are waiting for him: Garlands of roses, and garments of red, And a chaplet for crowning a conqueror's head."

"Listen," quoth Sym, as he stirred his fire. "Once in my life have I known desire. Then, Oh, but the touch of her kindled a flame That burns as a sun by the candle of fame. And a blessing and boon for a poor tinker man Looks out from the eyes of my Emily Ann."

Then they said to him, "Fool! Do you cast aside Promise of honour, and place, and pride. Gold for the asking, and power o'er men— Working your will with the stroke of a pen? Vexed were the King if you ride not with us." But Sym, he said to them, "Answer him thus: