After T. I. As I Laye A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, O Softlye Moaned The Dove To Her Mate Within The Tree, And Meseemed Unto My Syghte Came Rydynge Many A Knyghte All Cased In Armoure Bryghte Cap-A-Pie, As I Laye A-Dreamynge, A Goodlye Companye! As I Laye A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, O Sadlye Mourned The Dove, Callynge Long And Callynge Lowe, And Meseemed Of Alle That Hoste Notte A Face But Was The Ghoste Of A Friend That I Hadde Loste Long Agoe. As I Laye A-Dreamynge, Oh, Bysson Teare To Flowe! As I Laye A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, O Sadlye Sobbed The Dove As She Seemed To Despayre, And Laste Upon The Tracke Came One I Hayled As 'Jacke!' But He Turned Mee His Backe With A Stare: As I Laye A-Dreamynge, He Lefte Mee Callynge There. Stille I Laye A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, And Gentler Sobbed The Dove As It Eased Her Of Her Payne, And Meseemed A Voyce Yt Cry'D-- 'They Shall Ryde, And They Shall Ryde 'Tyll The Truce Of Tyme And Tyde Come Agayne! Alle For Eldorado, Yette Never Maye Attayne!' Stille I Laye A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, A-Dreamynge, And Scarcelye Moaned The Dove, As Her Agonye Was Spente: 'Shalle To-Morrowe See Them Nygher To A Golden Walle Or Spyre? You Have Better In Yr Fyre, Bee Contente.' As I Laye A-Dreamynge, It Seem'D Smalle Punyshment. But I Laye A-Wakynge, And Loe! The Dawne Was Breakynge And Rarely Pyped A Larke For The Promyse Of The Daye: 'Uppe And Sette Yr Lance In Reste! Uppe And Followe On The Queste! Leave The Issue To Be Guessed At The Endynge Of The Waye'-- As I Laye A-Wakynge, 'Twas Soe She Seemed To Say-- 'Whatte And If It Alle Be Feynynge? There Be Better Thynges Than Gaynynge, Rycher Pryzes Than Attaynynge.'-- And 'Twas Truthe She Seemed To Saye. Whyles The Dawne Was Breakynge, I Rode Upon My Waye.
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