LBSM

• Alone andpalely loitering.
• ; I see a lilyon thy brow 
• I set her onmy pacing steed.
•  There I shut herwild wild eyes with kisses four.
• ON THE COLD HILLS' SIDE
• I saw pale kings and princes too,pale warriors, death pale were they all.
• She found me roots of relish sweet, (...) manna dew