Is my secret shirt of mail 25 We of the new underworld Grub for new treasures. Godless it seemed to the ancients To disturb the earth's bowels for treasures And once more this godlessness revives, Hear ye not earth's bowels thunder? 28 Looking for love and finding masks, Finding accursed masks and having to break them! 29 Do I love you? Yes, as the rider loves his steed, That carryeth him to his goal. 30 His pity is cruel, His loving hand-clasp bruises, Give not a giant your hand! 31
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