StNicholas [serial] . et fly the fleet arrow. Hewatched it cleave the blue sky, and then sink,spent, below his sight. With a sigh he fellback. Put a green sod under my head, andanother at my feet, said Robin; and his lastbreath floated away as gently as a summerzephyr. At the edge of the forest the broad arrowwas taken up, and there Robin was buried,where morning shade and evening sun-rays fellsoftly on his grave. The men in green wept as only the strongand brave can weep, without shame for theirtears, at the death of Robin. They left hisfavorite haunts, and sought the most retiredparts of the
StNicholas [serial] . et fly the fleet arrow. Hewatched it cleave the blue sky, and then sink,spent, below his sight. With a sigh he fellback. Put a green sod under my head, andanother at my feet, said Robin; and his lastbreath floated away as gently as a summerzephyr. At the edge of the forest the broad arrowwas taken up, and there Robin was buried,where morning shade and evening sun-rays fellsoftly on his grave. The men in green wept as only the strongand brave can weep, without shame for theirtears, at the death of Robin. They left hisfavorite haunts, and sought the most retiredparts of the forest, to mourn away from thesight of cruel men and the sounds of a gayand pitiless world. Many remained there tothe end of their days; a few went back to thetowns. But never again was there feastingunder the trystell-tree, nor were the rose-wreathed wands set up to be cleft by the swiftarrows. No more the wild frolic and the excit-ing chase of which gay Robin was the movingspirit; for his like was never seen m nsnoRiFifi
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