'All's over,Sweet',he cried To the wife,thus guise;for the young page was she 'Tis as we hoped and said't would be. He never guessed...we mount and ride To ...

'All's over,Sweet',he cried
To the wife,thus guise;for the young page was she
'Tis as we hoped and said't would be.
He never guessed...we mount and ride
To where our love can reign uneyed
He's clay,and we are free.
From Thomas Hardy's,The Duel)
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