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The Haystack in the Floods |
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f.3 recto
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And hid her eyes; while Robert said:
"Nay, love, 'tis scarcely two to one,
Poictiers where we made them run
So fast--why, sweet my love, good cheer,
The Gascon frontier is so near.
Naught after this."
But, "Oh!" she said,
["My God! my God! I have to tread]
The long way back without you; then
The court at Paris; those six men;
The gratings of the Chatelet;
The swift Seine on some rainy day
Like this, and people standing by |
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Ink on parchment |
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