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To him that token-flower brought 
Woe more than words could speak; 
And the brave Rupert’s true heart seemed 
Full even as ’twould break. 
The Ladye to her Father’s Hall 
Went gaily hounding back : 
More pensively Sir Rupert paced 
Along his homeward track. 
And welcome was a gallant guest 
Who that night sat him by; 
They had been friends in early youth. 
Brothers in chivalrie. 
“ What aileth thee,” Sir Maurice said, 
“ That thou dost shun the bowl ? 
That cloud upon thy brow bespeaks 
A soiTow on thy soul — 
Ha! is it Love ? that thou dost wear 
Yon token on thy breast?” 
For now the fatal flower peeped out 
From Rupert’s broidered vest. 
And all the tale of woe is told — 
And all Love’s misery — 
And Maurice cried, “ The morrow’s morn 
Thou shalt away with me — 
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