Follow and faint not, if the road be long The pathway desolate, No day so sad but reacheth even song Be still and wait Through good reports and ill, through joy and sorrow Surely thy Lady comes to thee tomorrow— I followed tho' the day was long indeed The pathway desolate, Night came not to me in my dire need Where lost, I sate. Through good report and ill, through joy and sorrow I waited, but there came not any morrow Surely, who waits on woman waits on sorrow ....
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