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What is good for a bootless bene	A
With these dark words begins my Tale	B
And their meaning is whence can comfort spring	C
When Prayer is of no avail	B
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What is good for a bootless bene	A
The Falconer to the Lady said	D
And she made answer ENDLESS SORROW	E
For she knew that her Son was dead	D
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She knew it by the Falconer's words	F
And from the look of the Falconer's eye	G
And from the love which was in her soul	H
For her youthful Romilly	H
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Young Romilly through Barden woods	I
Is ranging high and low	H
And holds a greyhound in a leash	J
To let slip upon buck or doe	H
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The pair have reached that fearful chasm	K
How tempting to bestride	H
For lordly Wharf is there pent in	L
With rocks on either side	H
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This striding place is called the strid	H
A name which it took of yore	M
A thousand years hath it borne that name	N
And shall a thousand more	M
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And hither is young Romilly come	K
And what may now forbid	H
That he perhaps for the hundredth time	O
Shall bound across the strid	H
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He sprang in glee for what cared he	P
That the river was strong and the rocks were steep	Q
But the greyhound in the leash hung back	R
And checked him in his leap	Q
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The Boy is in the arms of Wharf	S
And strangled by a merciless force	T
For never more was young Romilly seen	U
Till he rose a lifeless corse	T
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Now there is stillness in the vale	H
And long unspeaking sorrow	H
Wharf shall be to pitying hearts	V
A name more sad than Yarrow	H
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If for a lover the Lady wept	H
A solace she might borrow	H
From death and from the passion of death	W
Old Wharf might heal her sorrow	H
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She weeps not for the wedding day	H
Which was to be to morrow	H
Her hope was a further looking hope	X
And hers is a mother's sorrow	H
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He was a tree that stood alone	Y
And proudly did its branches wave	Z
And the root of this delightful tree	P
Was in her husband's grave	Z
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Long long in darkness did she sit	H
And her first words were Let there be	P
In Bolton on the field of Wharf	S
A stately Priory	P
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The stately Priory was reared	H
And Wharf as he moved along	A2
To matins joined a mournful voice	B2
Nor failed at evensong	A2
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And the Lady prayed in heaviness	B2
That looked not for relief	C2
But slowly did her succour come	K
And a patience to her grief	C2
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Oh there is never sorrow of heart	H
That shall lack a timely end	H
If but to God we turn and ask	A2
Of Him to be our friend	H

William Wordsworth

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