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The swevens came up round Harold the Earl, / Like motes in the sunnes beam; / And over him stood the Weird Lady, / In her charmed castle over the sea, / Sang 'Lie thou still and dream.'
'Thy steed is dead in his stall, Earl Harold, / Since thou hast been with me; / The rust has eaten thy harness bright, / And the rats have eaten thy greyhound light, / That was so fair and free.'