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Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these / You bid me please? / The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! / To my own Gods I go. / It may be they shall give me greater ease / Than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities. / _Lispeth_.
When the Earth was sick and the Skies were grey, / And the woods were rotted with rain, / The Dead Man rode through the autumn day / To visit his love again.