...the cloud is gray : 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel> Whom her father loves...dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, As on her bed she lay in sleep ; And she in the midnight wood...

...the cloud is gray : 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes ilowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves...dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, ii • • • • As on her bed she lay in sleep ; ; . i- And...

...chill, the cloud is gray: 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves...in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate ? Of her own betrothed knight; She had dreams all yesternight Dreams, that made her moan and leap,...

...the cloud is gray : 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from...dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, As on her bed she lay in sleep ; And she in the midnight wood...

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...of Mr. Pickering's' editions, noticing a few variations from the form in which we remember the poem. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so tote, A furlong from the castle gate ? She bud dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ;...

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