| O virgin world! O marvellous far days! |
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| Mighty of old was the City: a great King ruled therein |
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| But the King said: 'Far more precious than rarest draughts of wine' |
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| So the magical Fountain struggled within its prison of stone |
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| There came a great betrothal: a Princess was to wed |
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| Tripped the beautiful Princess down the stairs of stone |
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| Above the fire-place, where great red logs smoulder |
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| Angrily rose the flood with a mighty murmuring sound |
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| Ay, this is he — the statue rather battered |
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| Now with the sound of that great knight's slow saying |
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