Black-browed and grim, with eyes of sombre fire,

Death towers above him with uplifted sword?

Romaunt of the Oak 

Romaunt of 

the Oak

"I rode to death, for I fought for shame—

The Lady Maurine of noble name,

"The fair and faithless!—Though life be long

Is love the wiser?—Love made song

"Of all my life; and the soul that crept

Before, arose like a star and leapt:

"Still leaps with the love that it found untrue,

That it found unworthy.—Now run me through!

"Yea, run me through! for meet and well,

And a jest for laughter of fiends in hell,

"It is that I, who have done no wrong,

Should die by the hand of Hugh the Strong,

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"Of Hugh her leman!—What else could be

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