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Rh There were some that walked, and some that talked,

Beneath the old Arcade,

And for comfort I elbowed among the throng

And hearkened to what they said.

Some were that talked, and some that walked

By one, by two, by three;

And some there were who spake my name

As though they lovèd me.

And some who said, "Might he but return

When this weary war is spent!"

And it moved me much that their thought was such,

And I turned me well content.

I passed me along each familiar way,

And paused at each friendly door,

And thought of the things that had chanced within

In the kindly days of yore.

Till I came to the place of my long, long love,

Where she lay with her head on her arm;

And she sighed a prayer that the dear Lord should

Shield my body from all harm.

Ae kiss I left on her snow-white brow,

And ane on her raven hair,

And ane, the last, on her ruby lips,

Syne forth again I fare.