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THROUGH those golden summer days / Our twin flocks were wont to graze / On the hillside, which the sun / Rested lovingly upon, -- / Telka's flock and mine; and we / Sung our songs in rapturous glee, / Idling in the pleasant shade / Which the solemn Yew-tree made, / While the Brook anear us played, / And a white Rose, ghost-like, grew / In the shadow of the Yew.
Telka loved me passing well; / How I loved her none can tell! / How I love her none may know, -- / Oh that man love woman so! / When she was not at my side, / Loud my heart in anguish cried, / And my lips, till she replied.