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 I crossed my pleasaunce hard by Glyd'path Rise, And stood beneath the wall. Eleven strokes went, And to the door they came, contrariwise,

And met in clasp so close I had but bent My lifted blade upon them to have let Their two souls loose upon the firmament.

But something held my arm. “A moment yet As pray-time ere you wantons die!" I said; And then they saw me. Swift her gaze was set

With eye and cry of love illimited Upon her Heart-king. Never upon me Had she thrown look of love so thoroughsped! . ..

At once she flung her faint form shieldingly On his, against the vengeance of my vows; The which o'erruling, her shape shielded he.