Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
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Chapter 55 No.55

The white-witch that tempted of yore

So utterly doth substance lack,

You may breathe her nearer and breathe her back.

Soft her eyes, her speech full clear:

'Hail, thou Sigismund my fere,

Bargain with me yea or nay.

NAY, I go to my true place,

And no more thou seest my face.

YEA, the good be all thine own,

For now will I a

            
            

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