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Now we that come of the God kin of her redes for ourselves we wot, But her will with the lives of men folk and their ending know we not. NOW WE THAT COME OF THE GODKIN OF HER REEDS FOR OURSELVES WE WOT BUT HER WILL WITH THE LIVES OF MEN FOLK AND THEIR ENDING KNOW WE NOT
raight up to her, and took her in his arms, and kissed her mouth and her eyes, and she him again; and then he sat himself down beside her. As an example of the beauty of the verse we would take this from the song of the Wood-Sun. It at least shows how perfectly the poetry harmonises with the prose, and how natural the transition is from the one to the other: In many a stead Doom dwelleth, nor sleepeth day nor night: The rim of the bowl she kisseth, and beareth the chambering light When the kings of men wend happy to the bride-bed from the board. It is little to say that she wendeth the edge of the grinded sword, When about the house half builded she hangeth many a day; The ship from the strand she shoveth, and on his wonted way By the mountain hunter fareth where his foot ne'er failed before: She is where the high bank crumbles at last on the river's shore: The mower's scythe she whetteth; and lulleth the shepherd to sleep Where the deadly ling-worm wakeneth in the desert of the sheep. TOP NOR STAY BUT WENT STRAIGHT UP TO HER AND TOOK HER IN HIS ARMS AND KISSED HER MOUTH AND HER EYES AND SHE HIM AGAIN AND THEN HE SAT HIMSELF DOWN BESIDE HER AS AN EXAMPLE OF THE BEAUTY OF THE VERSE WE WOULD TAKE THIS FROM THE SONG OF THE WOOD SUN IT AT LEAST SHOWS HOW PERFECTLY THE POETRY HARMONIZES WITH THE PROSE AND HOW NATURAL THE TRANSITION IS FROM THE ONE TO THE OTHER IN MANY A STEAD DOOM DWELLETH NOR SLEEPETH DAY NOR NIGHT THE RIM OF THE BULL SHE KISSETH AND BEARETH THE CHAMBERING LIGHT WHEN THE KINGS OF MEN WEND HAPPY TO THE BRIDE BED FROM THE BOARD IT IS LITTLE TO SAY THAT SHE WENDETH THE EDGE OF THE GRINDED SWORD WHEN ABOUT THE HOUSE HALF BUILDED SHE HANGETH MANY A DAY THE SHIP FROM THE STRAND SHE SHOVETH AND ON HIS WONTED WAY BY THE MOUNTAIN HUNTER FARETH WHERE HIS FOOT NEVER FAILED BEFORE SHE IS WHERE THE HIGH BANK CRUMBLES AT LAST ON THE RIVER'S SHORE THE MOWER'S SKIFF SHE WEDDETH AND LULL THE SHEPHERD TO SLEEP WHERE THE DEADLY LEAN WORM WAKENETH IN THE DESERT OF THE SHEEP
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