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I	A
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When the South sang like a nightingale	B
Above a bower in May	C
The training of Love's vine of flame	D
Was writ in laws for lord and dame	D
To say their yea and nay	C
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II	A
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When the South sang like a nightingale	B
Across the flowering night	E
And lord and dame held gentle sport	F
There came a young princess to Court	F
A frost of beauty white	E
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III	A
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The South sang like a nightingale	B
To thaw her glittering dream	G
No vine of Love her bosom gave	H
She drank no wine of Love but grave	H
She held them to Love's theme	G
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IV	H
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The South grew all a nightingale	B
Beneath a moon unmoved	I
Like the banner of war she led them on	J
She left them to lie like the light that has gone	K
From wine cups overproved	I
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V	H
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When the South was a fervid nightingale	B
And she a chilling moon	L
'Twas pity to see on the garden swards	M
Against Love's laws those rival lords	M
As willow wands lie strewn	L
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VI	H
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The South had throat of a nightingale	B
For her the young princess	M
She gave no vine of Love to rear	N
Love's wine drank not yet bent her ear	O
To themes of Love no less	M
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I	H
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The lords of the Court they sighed heart sick	P
Heart free Lord Dusiote laughed	I
I prize her no more than a fling o' the dice	M
But or shame to my manhood a lady of ice	M
We master her by craft	I
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II	H
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Heart sick the lords of joyance yawned	I
Lord Dusiote laughed heart free	H
I count her as much as a crack o' my thumb	Q
But or shame of my manhood to me she shall come	Q
Like the bird to roost in the tree	H
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III	H
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At dead of night when the palace guard	I
Had passed the measured rounds	M
The young princess awoke to feel	R
A shudder of blood at the crackle of steel	R
Within the garden bounds	M
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IV	H
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It ceased and she thought of whom was need	I
The friar or the leech	S
When lo stood her tirewoman breathless by	H
Lord Dusiote madam to death is nigh	H
Of you he would have speech	S
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V	H
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He prays you of your gentleness	M
To light him to his dark end	I
The princess rose and forth she went	I
For charity was her intent	I
Devoutly to befriend	I
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VI	H
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Lord Dusiote hung on his good squire's arm	T
The priest beside him knelt	I
A weeping handkerchief was pressed	I
To stay the red flood at his breast	I
And bid cold ladies melt	I
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VII	H
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O lady though you are ice to men	U
All pure to heaven as light	I
Within the dew within the flower	V
Of you 'tis whispered that love has power	V
When secret is the night	I
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VIII	H
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I have silenced the slanderers peace to their souls	M
Save one was too cunning for me	H
I die whose love is late avowed	I
He lives who boasts the lily has bowed	I
To the oath of a bended knee	H
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IX	M
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Lord Dusiote drew breath with pain	W
And she with pain drew breath	X
On him she looked on his like above	H
She flew in the folds of a marvel of love	H
Revealed to pass to death	X
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X	M
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You are dying O great hearted lord	I
You are dying for me she cried	I
O take my hand O take my kiss	M
And take of your right for love like this	M
The vow that plights me bride	I
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XI	M
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She bade the priest recite his words	M
While hand in hand were they	C
Lord Dusiote's soul to waft to bliss	M
He had her hand her vow her kiss	M
And his body was borne away	C
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I	H
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Lord Dusiote sprang from priest and squire	Y
He gazed at her lighted room	Z
The laughter in his heart grew slack	A2
He knew not the force that pushed him back	A2
From her and the morn in bloom	Z
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II	H
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Like a drowned man's length on the strong flood tide	I
Like the shade of a bird in the sun	B2
He fled from his lady whom he might claim	D
As ghost and who made the daybeams flame	D
To scare what he had done	B2
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III	H
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There was grief at Court for one so gay	C
Though he was a lord less keen	C2
For training the vine than at vintage press	M
But in her soul the young princess	M
Believed that love had been	D2
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IV	H
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Lord Dusiote fled the Court and land	I
He crossed the woeful seas	M
Till his traitorous doing seemed clearer to burn	E2
And the lady beloved drew his heart for return	E2
Like the banner of war in the breeze	M
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V	H
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He neared the palace he spied the Court	I
And music he heard and they told	I
Of foreign lords arrived to bring	F2
The nuptial gifts of a bridegroom king	F2
To the princess grave and cold	I
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VI	H
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The masque and the dance were cloud on wave	H
And down the masque and the dance	M
Lord Dusiote stepped from dame to dame	D
And to the young princess he came	D
With a bow and a burning glance	M
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VII	H
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Do you take a new husband to morrow lady	H
She shrank as at prick of steel	R
Must the first yield place to the second he sighed	I
Her eyes were like the grave that is wide	I
For the corpse from head to heel	R
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VIII	H
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My lady my love that little hand	I
Has mine ringed fast in plight	I
I bear for your lips a lawful thirst	I
And as justly the second should follow the first	I
I come to your door this night	I
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IX	M
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If a ghost should come a ghost will go	G2
No more the lady said	I
Save that ever when he in wrath began	H2
To swear by the faith of a living man	H2
She answered him You are dead	I
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I	H
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The soft night wind went laden to death	X
With smell of the orange in flower	V
The light leaves prattled to neighbour ears	M
The bird of the passion sang over his tears	M
The night named hour by hour	V
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II	H
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Sang loud sang low the rapturous bird	I
Till the yellow hour was nigh	H
Behind the folds of a darker cloud	I
He chuckled he sobbed alow aloud	I
The voice between earth and sky	H
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III	H
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O will you will you women are weak	I2
The proudest are yielding mates	M
For a forward foot and a tongue of fire	V
So thought Lord Dusiote's trusty squire	Y
At watch by the palace gates	M
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IV	H
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The song of the bird was wine in his blood	I
And woman the odorous bloom	Z
His master's great adventure stirred	I
Within him to mingle the bloom and bird	I
And morn ere its coming illume	Z
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V	H
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Beside him strangely a piece of the dark	J2
Had moved and the undertones	M
Of a priest in prayer like a cavernous wave	H
He heard as were there a soul to save	H
For urgency now in the groans	M
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VI	H
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No priest was hired for the play this night	I
And the squire tossed head like a deer	N
At sniff of the tainted wind he gazed	I
Where cresset lamps in a door were raised	I
Belike on a passing bier	O
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VII	H
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All cloaked and masked with naked blades	M
That flashed of a judgement done	B2
The lords of the Court from the palace door	K2
Came issuing silently bearers four	K2
And flat on their shoulders one	B2
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VIII	H
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They marched the body to squire and priest	I
They lowered it sad to earth	L2
The priest they gave the burial dole	M2
Bade wrestle hourly for his soul	M2
Who was a lord of worth	L2
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IX	M
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One said farewell to a gallant knight	I
And one but a restless ghost	I
'Tis a year and a day since in this place	M
He died sped high by a lady of grace	M
To join the blissful host	I
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X	M
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Not vainly on us she charged her cause	M
The lady whom we revere	N
For faith in the mask of a love untrue	N2
To the Love we honour the Love her due	N2
The Love we have vowed to rear	N
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XI	M
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A trap for the sweet tooth lures for the light	I
For the fortress defiant a mine	O2
Right well But not in the South princess	M
Shall the lady snared of her nobleness	M
Ever shamed or a captive pine	O2
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XII	M
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When the South had voice of a nightingale	B
Above a Maying bower	V
On the heights of Love walked radiant peers	M
The bird of the passion sang over his tears	M
To the breeze and the orange flower	V