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The glitter of wheels far down the street / (Ah me, and alack a day.) / And I heard the thud of his horse's feet / Beating a roundelay. / And I felt a little song coming, coming / Over my lips as humming, humming, / I turned my eyes that way.
Somebody passed, who was wont to pause: / (Ah me, and alack a day.) / He bowed and smiled; yet for some cause / The mirth went out of my lay. / A wind from the east rose, sighing, sighing, / I felt my little song dying, dying, / _She laughed as they rode away_.