Then departed through the wold.

Years ago, and years ago;

And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow.

Three white Lilies, calm and clear,

And they were loved by every one;

Most of all, the Pastor's Son,

Listening to their gentle singing,

Felt his heart go from him, clinging

Round these Maids of Elfin-Mere.

Sued each night to make them stay,

Sadden'd when they went away.

Years ago, and years ago;

And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow.

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Hands that shook with love and fear

Dared put back the village clock,—

Flew the spindle, turn'd the rock,

Flow'd the song with subtle rounding,

Till the false 'eleven' was sounding;

Then these Maids of Elfin-Mere

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