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| HAS any one seen my Fair, | |
| Has any one seen my Dear? | |
| Could any one tell me where | |
| And whither she went from here? | |
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| The road is winding and long, | 5 |
| With many a turn and twist, | |
| And one could easy go wrong, | |
| Or ever one thought or list. | |
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| How should one know my Fair, | |
| And how should one know my Dear? | 10 |
| By the dazzle of sunlight hair | |
| That smites like a golden spear. | |
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| By the eyes that say “Beware,” | |
| By the smile that beckons you near,— | |
| This is to know my Fair, | 15 |
| This is to know my Dear. | |
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| Rough and bitter as gall | |
| The voice that suddenly comes | |
| Over the windy wall | |
| Where the fishermen have their homes:— | 20 |
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| “Ay, ay, we know full well | |
| The way your fair one went: | |
| She led by the ways of Hell, | |
| And into its torments sent | |
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| “The boldest and bravest here, | 25 |
| Who knew nor guilt nor guile, | |
| Who knew not shadow of fear | |
| Till he followed that beckoning smile. | |
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| “Now would you find your Fair, | |
| Now would you find your Dear? | 30 |
| Go, turn and follow her where | |
| And whither she went from here, | |
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| “Along by the winding path | |
| That leads by the old sea-wall: | |
| The wind blows wild with wrath, | 35 |
| And one could easily fall | |
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| “From over the rampart there, | |
| If one should lean too near, | |
| To look for the sunlight hair | |
| That smites like a golden spear!” | 40 |
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