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_O chaste goddesse of the wodes grene, / I am (thou wost) yet of thy compagnie, / A mayde, and love hunting and venerie, / And for to walken in the wodes wilde._ / THE KNIGHTES TALE.
She greets the lily on the stalk; / She shakes the soft hair from her brows; / She wavers down the garden walk / Beneath the bloomy boughs. / She is the slenderest of maids; / Her fair face strikes you like a star; / The great stone tower her pathway shades -- / The prison where the Princes are. / _Across the dewy pleasance falls, / All in the clear May morning light, / The shadow of those evil walls / That look so black by night._