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 sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armor in a blaze of light that quite dazzled her; the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck, cropping the grass at her feet; and the black shadows of the forest behind—all this she took in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leaned against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half-dream, to the melancholy music of the song.

"But the tune isn't his own invention," she said to herself; "it's 'I give thee all, I can no more.'" She stood and listened very attentively, but no tears came into her eyes.

"I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged, aged man,  A-sitting on a gate. 'Who are you, aged man?' I said.  'And how is it you live?' And his answer trickled through my head,  Like water through a sieve.