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Rh Iseult, Iseult, when night is drawn I'll cross the Irish sea, And in the moon's white fragrant dawn Steal down the dusk to thee, Across the years to thee.

Iseult, my queen, all loves that were Born on a kiss and killed, Resurgent with the surging year, Are in the heart fulfilled, The secret heart fulfilled.

Forget? Nay thou can'st not forget Nor peaceful close thine eyes. Upon thy rose the thorn regret Shall scar with memories, Scar peace with memories.