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Rh He went up the hill as a man goeth to despair, slow and afraid; and when he reached the little wood in whose bosom the lake was enshrined, he paused and looked around.

Of this shall I sing, for so sad and piteous it is that my harp would fain soothe me from tears:

He looked into the deep wood green, But nothing there did see; He looked into the still water: Beneath, all white, lay she.

He drew her from her cold, cold bed, And kissed her cheek and chin; Loosed from his neck his silken cloak, To wrap her body in.

He took her up in his two arms— His grief was deep and wild; He knelt beside her on the sod, And sorrowed like a child.

He blew three blasts upon his horn; His men did make reply, And came all quickly to his call, Through brake and brier so high. 3