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Had she come all the way for this	A
To part at last without a kiss	A
Yea had she borne the dirt and rain	B
That her own eyes might see him slain	B
Beside the haystack in the floods	C
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Along the dripping leafless woods	D
The stirrup touching either shoe	E
She rode astride as troopers do	E
With kirtle kilted to her knee	F
To which the mud splash'd wretchedly	F
And the wet dripp'd from every tree	F
Upon her head and heavy hair	G
And on her eyelids broad and fair	G
The tears and rain ran down her face	H
By fits and starts they rode apace	H
And very often was his place	H
Far off from her he had to ride	I
Ahead to see what might betide	I
When the roads cross'd and sometimes when	J
There rose a murmuring from his men	J
Had to turn back with promises	K
Ah me she had but little ease	L
And often for pure doubt and dread	M
She sobb'd made giddy in the head	M
By the swift riding while for cold	N
Her slender fingers scarce could hold	N
The wet reins yea and scarcely too	E
She felt the foot within her shoe	E
Against the stirrup all for this	A
To part at last without a kiss	A
Beside the haystack in the floods	C
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For when they near'd that old soak'd hay	O
They saw across the only way	O
That Judas Godmar and the three	F
Red running lions dismally	F
Grinn'd from his pennon under which	P
In one straight line along the ditch	P
They counted thirty heads	Q
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So then	J
While Robert turn'd round to his men	J
She saw at once the wretched end	R
And stooping down tried hard to rend	R
Her coif the wrong way from her head	R
And hid her eyes while Robert said	R
Nay love 'tis scarcely two to one	S
At Poictiers where we made them run	S
So fast why sweet my love good cheer	T
The Gascon frontier is so near	T
Naught after this	A
	-
But Oh she said	R
My God my God I have to tread	R
The long way back without you then	J
The court at Paris those six men	J
The gratings of the Chatelet	R
The swift Seine on some rainy day	R
Like this and people standing by	U
And laughing while my weak hands try	U
To recollect how strong men swim	V
All this or else a life with him	V
For which I should be damned at last	R
Would God that this next hour were past	R
	-
He answer'd not but cried his cry	U
St George for Marny cheerily	F
And laid his hand upon her rein	B
Alas no man of all his train	B
Gave back that cheery cry again	J
And while for rage his thumb beat fast	R
Upon his sword hilts some one cast	R
About his neck a kerchief long	W
And bound him	V
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Then they went along	W
To Godmar who said Now Jehane	J
Your lover's life is on the wane	J
So fast that if this very hour	X
You yield not as my paramour	X
He will not see the rain leave off	Y
Nay keep your tongue from gibe or scoff	Y
Sir Robert or I slay you now	J
	-
She laid her hand upon her brow	J
Then gazed upon the palm as though	Z
She thought her forehead bled and No	Z
She said and turn'd her head away	R
As there were nothing else to say	R
And everything were settled red	R
Grew Godmar's face from chin to head	R
Jehane on yonder hill there stands	A2
My castle guarding well my lands	A2
What hinders me from taking you	E
And doing that I list to do	E
To your fair wilful body while	F
Your knight lies dead	R
	-
A wicked smile	F
Wrinkled her face her lips grew thin	J
A long way out she thrust her chin	J
You know that I would strangle you	E
While you were sleeping or bite through	E
Your throat by God's help ah she said	R
Lord Jesus pity your poor maid	R
For in such wise they hem me in	J
I cannot choose but sin and sin	J
Whatever happens yet I think	B2
They could not make me eat or drink	B2
And so should I just reach my rest	R
Nay if you do not my behest	R
O Jehane though I love you well	F
Said Godmar would I fail to tell	F
All that I know Foul lies she said	R
Eh lies my Jehane by God's head	R
At Paris folks would deem them true	E
Do you know Jehane they cry for you	E
'Jehane the brown Jehane the brown	J
Give us Jehane to burn or drown '	-
Eh gag me Robert sweet my friend	R
This were indeed a piteous end	R
For those long fingers and long feet	R
And long neck and smooth shoulders sweet	R
An end that few men would forget	R
That saw it So an hour yet	R
Consider Jehane which to take	C2
Of life or death	D2
	-
So scarce awake	C2
Dismounting did she leave that place	H
And totter some yards with her face	H
Turn'd upward to the sky she lay	R
Her head on a wet heap of hay	R
And fell asleep and while she slept	R
And did not dream the minutes crept	R
Round to the twelve again but she	F
Being waked at last sigh'd quietly	F
And strangely childlike came and said	R
I will not Straightway Godmar's head	R
As though it hung on strong wires turn'd	R
Most sharply round and his face burn'd	R
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For Robert both his eyes were dry	X
He could not weep but gloomily	F
He seem'd to watch the rain yea too	E
His lips were firm he tried once more	X
To touch her lips she reach'd out sore	X
And vain desire so tortured them	E2
The poor grey lips and now the hem	E2
Of his sleeve brush'd them	E2
	-
With a start	R
Up Godmar rose thrust them apart	R
From Robert's throat he loosed the bands	A2
Of silk and mail with empty hands	A2
Held out she stood and gazed and saw	F2
The long bright blade without a flaw	F2
Glide out from Godmar's sheath his hand	R
In Robert's hair she saw him bend	R
Back Robert's head she saw him send	R
The thin steel down the blow told well	F
Right backward the knight Robert fell	F
And moaned as dogs do being half dead	R
Unwitting as I deem so then	J
Godmar turn'd grinning to his men	J
Who ran some five or six and beat	R
His head to pieces at their feet	R
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Then Godmar turn'd again and said	R
So Jehane the first fitte is read	R
Take note my lady that your way	R
Lies backward to the Chatelet	R
She shook her head and gazed awhile	F
At her cold hands with a rueful smile	F
As though this thing had made her mad	R
	-
This was the parting that they had	R
Beside the haystack in the floods	C

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