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Upon the river's brink she stands / And tastes the dawn's white breath. / She wrings her slender, silver hands, / "God's curse on love," she saith. / "Love binds me with his cruel bands / That break not save with death."
"Now Geoffrey is a huntsman bold / And slays the mountain deer, / And Hugh plows up the fragrant mold / And plucks the ripened ear. / In friendship would these twain grow old / Did I not dwell anear.