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in the woodland a morning in the spring, I found a glade I had not known, and saw an evil thing.

I heard a wood-dove calling, as one that loves and grieves, The sun was shining silver on the small bright leaves, O it was very beautiful, the glade that I had found! I peeped between the slender stems, and there upon the ground A man was lying dead, and from the spear-wound in his side The sluggish blood had ceased to flow, and yet had hardly dried.