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When he awoke his forehead throbbed in pain.
Until he found his harp he stumbled round.
No shadow fell. He heard a hunting strain,
A thunderous din, the sound of horse and hound....
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For three long years he pined so for Etain.
His lips were chapped, his feet were bruised and sore.
His beard grew long. So hoary was his mane!
His arms waxed strong and yet his body waned
So...
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xxi
Then Orfeo descended on the bed
Of leaves and moss. His fury made him rave.
From tearing grass and hair his hands grew red.
"Alas, my Queen, my wife, I couldn't save!"
The Steward...
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He went back in and wept upon her sleeve.
She woke and smiled. "Back to that grafted tree
Tomorrow noon I must return. I'll leave
You then. I hope I won't be long. But do not grieve
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xi
And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin
And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack
They piled up leaves and heather to begin
A morning nap. Etain lay on her back
Each finger yet...
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ix
The Queen and maids at dawn one harvest time
Rode to the orchard. Joy was in each heart
To pick the ruby cherry in its prime.
Beneath the grafted tree they left their cart.
Up...
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iv
The land was poor. She little knew of seeds.
Yet she was just and everyone ate bread.
One morning on the shore amid the reeds
She found a body lying almost dead!
A man it was! She...
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ORFEO AND ETAIN
or
"JUST FOR GRINS"
a politically correct romance
(if those terms are not mutually exclusive)
by
Glen Fitch
dedicated to Joan B. Gratz
Dear...
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