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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Weird Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,<br>Like motes in the sunnes beam;<br>And over him stood the Weird Lady,<br>In her charmed castle over the sea,<br>Sang 'Lie thou still and dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy steed is dead in his stall, Earl Harold,<br>Since thou hast been with me;<br>The rust has eaten thy harness bright,<br>And the rats have eaten thy greyhound light,<br>That was so fair and free.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mary Mother she stooped from heaven;<br>She wakened Earl Harold out of his sweven,<br>To don his harness on;<br>And over the land and over the sea<br>He wended abroad to his own countrie,<br>A weary way to gon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh but his beard was white with eld,<br>Oh but his hair was gray;<br>He stumbled on by stock and stone,<br>And as he journeyed he made his moan<br>Along that weary way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earl Harold came to his castle wall;<br>The gate was burnt with fire;<br>Roof and rafter were fallen down,<br>The folk were strangers all in the town,<br>And strangers all in the shire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earl Harold came to a house of nuns,<br>And he heard the dead-bell toll;<br>He saw the sexton stand by a grave;<br>'Now Christ have mercy, who did us save,<br>Upon yon fair nun's soul.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nuns they came from the convent gate<br>By one, by two, by three;<br>They sang for the soul of a lady bright<br>Who died for the love of a traitor knight:<br>It was his own lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stayed the corpse beside the grave;<br>'A sign, a sign!' quod he.<br>'Mary Mother who rulest heaven,<br>Send me a sign if I be forgiven<br>By the woman who so loved me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white dove out of the coffin flew;<br>Earl Harold's mouth it kist;<br>He fell on his face, wherever he stood;<br>And the white dove carried his soul to God<br>Or ever the bearers wist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Durham, 1840.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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Like motes in the sunnes beam;
And over him stood the Weird Lady,
In her charmed castle over the sea,
Sang 'Lie thou still and dream.'

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