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Nor skin nor hide nor fleece / Shall cover you, / Nor curtain of crimson nor fine / Shelter of cedar-wood be over you, / Nor the fir-tree / Nor the pine.
Nor sight of whin nor gorse / Nor river-yew, / Nor fragrance of flowering bush, / Nor wailing of reed-bird to waken you, / Nor of linnet, / Nor of thrush.
Nor word nor touch nor sight / Of lover, you / Shall long through the night but for this: / The roll of the full tide to cover you / Without question, / Without kiss.