The story and song of Black Roderick . upon her hair and eyes. He ^pher worn cheek that he had known ft so fa*r> ano^ the so^ rain °^ n^s sorv^row fell to see the pity of her passed all stiff and cold; she didnot hear nor understand. Wind, quoth she, blow not sofierce. She is not dead, saith the red^SF^weasel; she hath been to the great Now, when the young bride raisediTher white face from her hands andlooked about her, she could neitherhear the speaking of the birds norsee the beauty of the wild flowers,yet in her heart she had a memoryof both. Turning to the little flyi
The story and song of Black Roderick . upon her hair and eyes. He ^pher worn cheek that he had known ft so fa*r> ano^ the so^ rain °^ n^s sorv^row fell to see the pity of her passed all stiff and cold; she didnot hear nor understand. Wind, quoth she, blow not sofierce. She is not dead, saith the red^SF^weasel; she hath been to the great Now, when the young bride raisediTher white face from her hands andlooked about her, she could neitherhear the speaking of the birds norsee the beauty of the wild flowers,yet in her heart she had a memoryof both. Turning to the little flyingthings that came about her with soft,^ beating wings, she said: ^ Once ye spake to me, and could give comfort with your counsel and love. Now ye are lost in the voices ^ of the city that ring forever in my *& ears.
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