Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
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Lady, weeping at the crossroads,
Would you meet your love
In the twilight with his greyhounds,
And the hawk on his glove?
Bribe the bird then on the branches,
Bribe them to be dumb,
Stare the hot sun out of heaven
That the night may come.
Starless are the nights of travel,
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind.
Run until you hear the ocean"s
Everlasting cry;
Deep though it may be and bitter
You must drink it dry,
Dring it dry
Wear out patience in the lowest
Dungeons of the sea,
Searching through the stranded shipwrecks
For the golden key,
Push on to the world"s end, pay the
Dread guard with a kiss
Cross the rotten bridge that totters
Over the abyss.
There stands the deserted castle
Ready to explore;
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