DARK AND FAIR.
Down in a valley, green and low, The Summer sun, and Winter snow,Fell upon a tiny cot, Shadowed by a tall oak's top;Within the cottage, dwelt a maid, With curling locks of auburn shade,Witching eyes, of brightest blue, Simple lass, so fond and true.
Upon a mountain's rugged height, Stood a castle, tall and old,A lady fair, with brows of night, And raven hair in glossy folds,Watches from her turret pane, Though thickly falls the Autumn rainFor the prancing steed so white, That brings to her a steel-clad knight.
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Autumn's moons, have paled and waned, Winter passed, and balmy air,Kissed cot and castle, with the breath, Of May-time, sweetly fair.
