in taking his shirt from under the body of the boy, he

A damsel-errant, warbling, as she rode

in taking his shirt from under the body of the boy, he

The woodland alleys, Vivien, with her Squire.

in taking his shirt from under the body of the boy, he

'The fire of Heaven has killed the barren cold,

in taking his shirt from under the body of the boy, he

And kindled all the plain and all the wold.

The new leaf ever pushes off the old.

The fire of Heaven is not the flame of Hell.

'Old priest, who mumble worship in your quire--

Old monk and nun, ye scorn the world's desire,

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