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THE RED KING.
THE King was drinking in Malwood Hall,There came in a monk before them all:He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight,Stood over against the dais aright;And, 'The word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King,The word of the Lord to thee I bring.A grimly sweven I dreamt yestreen;I saw thee lie under the hollins green,And through thine heart an arrow keen;And out of thy body a smoke did rise,Which smirched the sunshine out of the skies:So if thou God's anointed beI rede thee unto thy soul thou see.
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