Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
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Chapter 85 NOONDAY.
Chapter 86 SUNSET.
Chapter 87 THE DREAM.
Chapter 88 THE WAKING.
Chapter 89 A SONG.
Chapter 90 LOVERS.
Chapter 91 MARGARET BY THE MERE SIDE.
Chapter 92 MARGARET IN THE XEBEC.
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Chapter 84 No.84

"The white lambs feed in tender grass:

With them and thee to bide,

How good it were," she saith at noon;

"Albeit the meads are wide.

Oh! well is me," she saith when day

Draws on to eventide.

Hark! hark! the shepherd's voice. Oh, sweet!

Her tears drop down like rain.

"Take now this crook, my chosen, my fere,

And tend the f

             
            

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