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Wherefore now I will try this ferry and wot if the wight

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When these words reach'd him. Whereupon he bows

Wherefore now I will try this ferry and wot if the wight

His head through thorny-green entanglement

Wherefore now I will try this ferry and wot if the wight

Of underwood, and to the sound is bent,

Wherefore now I will try this ferry and wot if the wight

Anxious as hind towards her hidden fawn.

"Is no one near to help me? No fair dawn

Of life from charitable voice? No sweet saying

To set my dull and sadden'd spirit playing?

No hand to toy with mine? No lips so sweet

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