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DARK AND FAIR.
Unto the lady's door there came, All in the evenings sunset flame.A wanderer with a tiny babe, Craving shelter for her head.
The knight lay on his bed of rest, His wedded bride in light robe drest,Bent o'er, and sheathed a glittering knife, False, and fair, I take thy life.I leave the babe I claimed mine own, Cursed with thy blood, I now disown.
Within his grave the knight rests well, His high-born lady in convent cell,But the maiden fair with eyes of blue, To her breast holds the infants two.
