THE ENCHANTED TALE OF BANBURY CROSS.

 

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They galloped back o’er hill and dale,
Sidver belis are ringing,
In soft gusts came the southern gale,
Silver belis are ringing.
The trembling king knelt ‘down:before
The Wise Man at the palace-door:
“Oh, Wise Man! art thou truly wise.
Find.out my child with thy bright eyes!”
“Thy daughter clings to.carven stone,
White dove-wings from her shoulders, grown’;
In downy dove-plumes she is drest#
They shine like: jewels on her breasts
She sits beneath thé/minster eaves,
Amongst the clustering:ivy.leaves,

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