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She leaned o'er her latticed casement	A
The Flower of Wensleydale	B
'Twas St Agnes Eve at midnight	A
Through the mist the stars burnt pale	B
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In her hand she held twelve sage leaves	C
Plucked in her garden at noon	D
And over them she had whispered thrice	E
The spell of a mystic rune	D
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For many had come a wooing	F
The maid with the sloe blue eyes	G
Fain would she learn of St Agnes	H
To whom should fall the prize	G
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They said she must drop a sage leaf	I
At each stroke of the midnight hour	J
Then should the knight of her father's choice	K
Obey the summons of her voice	K
And appear 'neath her oriel'd bowwer	J
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To the holy virgin martyr	J
She lifted her hands in prayer	J
Then she watched the rooks that perched asleep	L
In the chestnut branches bare	J
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At last on the frosty silence	M
There rang out the midnight chime	N
And the hills gave back in echoes	O
The knell of the dying time	N
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She held her breath as she counted	A
The beats of the chapel bell	B
At every stroke of the hammer	J
A sage leaf fluttered and fell	B
Slowly fluttered and fell	B
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Her heart stood still a moment	A
As the last leaf touched the ground	A
And her hand went swift to her maiden breast	A
For she heard a far off sound	A
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'Twas the sound of a horseman spurring	F
His steed through the woodland glade	A
And ever the sound drew nearer	J
And the footfalls echoed clearer	J
Till before her bower they stayed	A
	-
She strained her eyes to discover	J
By the light of a ghostly moon	D
Who was the knight had heard and obeyed	A
The hest of the mystic rune	D
	-
But naught could she see from her casement	A
Save a man on a coal black steed	A
For his mantle was muffled about him	P
His blazon she could not read	A
	-
She crossed herself and she whispered	A
Her voice was faint but clear	J
Oh Who art thou that darest ride	A
Through the aspen glade by the river's side	A
My chamber window near	J
	-
Say art thou the lord of Bainbridge	Q
Or Gervase of Bolton Hall	B
That comest so late on St Agnes Eve	R
Within my manor wall	B
	-
I am not the lord of Bainbridge	Q
Nor Gervase of Bolton Hall	B
But I marked the light in thy casement	A
And I saw the sage leaves fall	B
Flutter awhile and fall	B
	-
Camest thou over the moorlands	S
Or camest thou through the dale	B
Speak no guile to a witless maid	A
But tell me a soothfast tale	B
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I came not over the moorlands	S
Nor along the dale did ride	A
But thou seeest thy plighted lover	J
That has come to claim his bride	A
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Say art thou knight or yeoman	T
Of noble or simple birth	U
Fain would I know thy lineage	V
Thy prowess and thy worth	U
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Nor knight nor lowly yeoman	T
But a mighty king am I	W
Bold vassals do my bidding	F
And on mine errands hie	X
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They come to court and castle	B
They climb the palace stairs	Y
Nor pope nor king may entrance bar	J
To him my livery wears	Y
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But why should a king so mighty	A
Pay court to a simple maid	A
My father's a knight of low degree	A
No princely realm he holds in fee	A
No proud foot damsels wait on me	A
Thy steps have surely strayed	A
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No step of mine hath wandered	A
From the goal of my desires	Z
'Tis on thee my hopes are centred	A
'Tis to thee my heart aspires	Z
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I love thee for thy beauty	A
I love thee for thy grace	A2
I love thee for the dancing lights	B2
That gleam in thy moon lit face	A2
And these I deem a peerless dower	J
To win a king's embrace	A2
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One boon O royal lover	J
I ask on St Agnes Day	A
I fain would gaze on thy visage fair	J
Ere with thee I steal away	A
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Unmuffle thou the mantle	B
That hides thee like a pall	B
And let the purple trappings	C2
From off thy shoulders fall	B
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Slowly he loosed the mantle	B
And showed his face beneath	D2
The lights went out in the maiden's eyes	G
One swooning word she breathed to the skies	G
The gaunt hills echoed Death	E2

Frederic William Moorman

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