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It was evening -- that time before the moon is up and when the earth is dark, as yet, and full of shadows. Now as I went, by some chance there recurred to me the words of an old song I had read somewhere, years ago, words written in the glorious, brutal, knightly days of Edward the First, of warlike memory; and the words ran thus:
"For her love I carke, and care, / For her love I droop, and dare, / For her love my bliss is bare. / And I wax wan! "