He wandered slowly through the mere,
He wandered far and wandered near;
He had been wandering all the year,
In search of Lady Rosamund.
She walked along the brimming tide,
On sandy shores, where sea-gulls cried;
There was no thought she wished to hide,
That fair young Lady Rosamund.
They met at last, down by the strand,
They walked there slowly, hand in hand;
They were the fairest in the land,
He and Lady Rosamund.
They wandered through the meadow fair,
And built their castles in the air,
The sun shone on the golden hair
Of lovely Lady Rosamund.
But all too soon 'twas time to part,
He left her there, with breaking heart;
They felt love's bitter, painful dart,
He and Lady Rosamund.
Maura Tuffy
Maura, you forgot to give credit to the Harp and Laurel Wreath. XD
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