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In a tree that yawned and twisted / The King's few goods were flung, / A mass-book mildewed, line by line, / And weapons and a skin of wine, / And an old harp unstrung.
By the yawning tree in the twilight / The King unbound his sword, / Severed the harp of all his goods, / And there in the cool and soundless woods / Sounded a single chord.