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But a fire flashed from his eye, 'twixt their thought and their reply--
_Toll slowly. _
"Have ye so much time to waste? We who ride here, must ride fast
As we wish our foes to fly. "

LX.

They have fetched the steed with care, in the harness he did wear--
_Toll slowly. _
Past the court and through the doors, across the rushes of the floors,
But they goad him up the stair.

LXI.

Then from out her bower chambere did the Duchess May repair:
_Toll slowly. _
"Tell me now what is your need," said the lady, "of this steed,
That ye goad him up the stair? "

LXII.

Calm she stood; unbodkined through, fell her dark hair to her shoe:
_Toll slowly. _
And the smile upon her face, ere she left the tiring-glass,
Had not time enough to go.

LXIII.

"Get thee back, sweet Duchess May! hope is gone like yesterday":
_Toll slowly.
_
One half-hour completes the breach; and thy lord grows wild of speech--
Get thee in, sweet lady, and pray!

LXIV.

"In the east tower, high'st of all, loud he cries for steed from
stall":
_Toll slowly. _
"'He would ride as far,' quoth he, 'as for love and victory,
Though he rides the castle-wall. '

LXV.

"And we fetch the steed from stall, up where never a hoof did fall"--
_Toll slowly. _
"Wifely prayer meets deathly need: may the sweet Heavens hear thee
plead
If he rides the castle-wall! "

LXVI.

Low she dropt her head, and lower, till her hair coiled on the floor--
_Toll slowly. _
And tear after tear you heard fall distinct as any word
Which you might be listening for.

LXVII.

"Get thee in, thou soft ladye! here is never a place for thee! "
_Toll slowly. _
"Braid thine hair and clasp thy gown, that thy beauty in its moan
May find grace with Leigh of Leigh. "

LXVIII.