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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lay Of Christine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TRANSLATED FROM THE ICELANDIC.<br>Of silk my gear was shapen,<br>Scarlet they did on me,<br>Then to the sea-strand was I borne<br>And laid in a bark of the sea.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Befell it there I might not drown,<br>For God to me was good;<br>The billows bare me up a-land<br>Where grew the fair green-wood.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a Knight a-riding<br>With three swains along the way<br>And he took me up, the little-one,<br>On the sea-sand as I lay.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took me up, and bare me home<br>To the house that was his own,<br>And there bode I so long with him<br>That I was his love alone.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the very first night we lay abed<br>Befell his sorrow and harm,<br>That thither came the King’s ill men,<br>And slew him on mine arm.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There slew they Adalbright the King,<br>Two of his swains slew they,<br>But the third sailed swiftly from the land<br>Sithence I saw him never a day.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wavering hope of this world’s bliss,<br>How shall men trow in thee?<br>My Grove of Gems is gone away<br>For mine eyes no more to see!<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each hour the while my life shall last<br>Remembereth him alone,<br>Such heavy sorrow have I got<br>From our meeting long agone.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, early in the morning-tide<br>Men cry: “Christine the fair,<br>Art thou well content with that true love<br>Thou sittest loving there?”<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, yea, so well I love him,<br>And so dear my love shall be,<br>That the very God of Heaven aloft<br>Worshippeth him and me.<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Ah, all the red gold I have got<br>Well would I give to-day,<br>Only for this and nothing else<br>From the world to win away.”<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Nay, midst all folk upon the earth<br>Keep thou thy ruddy gold,<br>And love withal the mighty lord<br>That wedded thee of old.”<br>O well were I from the World away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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Of silk my gear was shapen,
Scarlet they did on me,
Then to the sea-strand was I borne
And laid in a bark of the sea.
O well were I from the World away.

Befell it there I might not drown,
For God to me was good;
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