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THE shadows fall along the wall	A
It's night at Haye la Serre	B
The maidens weave since day grew eve	C
The lady's in her chair	B
O passing slow the long hours go	D
With time to think and sigh	E
When weary maidens weave beneath	F
A listless lady's eye	E
It's two days that Earl Simon's gone	G
And it's the second night	H
At Haye la Serre the lady's fair	B
In June the moon is light	H
O it's Maids ye'll wake till I come back	I
And the hound's i' the lady's chair	B
No shuttles fly the work stands by	E
It's play at Haye la Serre	B
The night is worn the lamp's forlorn	J
The shadows waste and fail	K
There's morning air at Haye la Serre	B
The watching maids look pale	K
O all unmarked the birds at dawn	G
Where drowsy maidens be	L
But heard too soon the lark's first tune	M
Beneath the trysting tree	L
Hold me thy hand sweet Dennis Shand	N
Says the Lady Joan de Haye	O
That thou to morrow do forget	P
To day and yesterday	O
For many a weary month to come	Q
My lord keeps house with me	L
And sighing summer must lie cold	R
In winter's company	L
And many an hour I'll pass thee by	E
And see thee and be seen	S
Yet not a glance must tell by chance	T
How sweet these hours have been	U
We've all to fear there's Maud the spy	E
There's Ann whose face I scor'd	V
There's Blanch tells Huot everything	W
And Huot loves my lord	V
But O and it's my Dennis 'll know	D
When my eyes look weary dim	X
Who finds the gold for his girdle fee	L
And who keeps love for him	X
The morrow's come and the morrow night	H
It's feast at Haye la Serre	L
And Dennis Shand the cup must hand	N
Beside Earl Simon's chair	L
And still when the high pouring's done	Y
And cup and flagon clink	Z
Till his lady's lips have touched the brim	X
Earl Simon will not drink	Z
But it's Joan my wife Earl Simon says	A2
Your maids are white and wan	B2
And it's O she says they've watched the night	H
With Maud's sick sister Ann	C2
But it's Lady Joan and Joan my bird	D2
Yourself look white and wan	B2
And it's O I've walked the night myself	E2
To pull the herbs for Ann	C2
And some of your knaves were at the hutch	F2
And some in the cellarage	G2
But the only one that watched with us	H2
Was Dennis Shand your page	G2
Look on the boy sweet honey lord	V
How drooped his eyelids be	L
The rosy colour's not yet back	I
That paled in serving me	L
O it's Wife your maids are foolish jades	I2
And you're a silly chuck	J2
And the lazy knaves shall get their staves	K2
About their ears for luck	J2
But Dennis Shand may take the cup	L2
And pour the wine to his hand	N
Wife thou shalt touch it with thy lips	M2
And drink thou Dennis Shand	N

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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