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Rh Britain's isle and Arthur's days, When midnight faeries daunc'd the maze,
 * Liv'd Edwin of the green;

Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth, Endow'd with courage, sense, and truth,
 * Though badly shap'd he been.

His mountain back mote well be said To measure heighth against his head,
 * And lift itself above:

Yet spite of all that nature did To make his uncouth form forbid,
 * This creature dar'd to love.

He felt the charms of Edith's eyes, Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,
 * Could ladies look within;

But one Sir Topaz dress'd with art, And, if a shape could win a heart,
 * He had a shape to win.

Edwin, if right I read my song, With slighted passion pac'd along
 * All in the moony light: