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Good King looked out on the feast of Stephen.
When the snow lay round about, and crisp and even.
shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
When a man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.

Hither page and stand by me if thou knowst it
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and his dwelling?
Sire, he a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.

Bring me flesh and me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
and I will see him dine when we bear them thither
Page and monarch forth they went, forth went together
Through the rude winds lament, and the bitter weather.

Sire the night is darker now, and the wind stronger
my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.
Mark my my good page, tread thou in them boldly
Thou find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly.