• Prologue •

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All take these lips away; no more.
No more such kisses give to me.
My spirit faints for joy; I see.
Through mists of death the dreamy shore,
And meadows by the water-side,
Where all about the Hollow Land
Swear the sweet singers that have died,
With their lost ladies, hand-in-hand;
Ah, Love, how fearless are their eyes,
How pale their lips that kiss and smile!
So mine must be in little while
If thou wilt kiss me in such wise.


~ Pierre De Rosard

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