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At last one day I rested in a glade Near that same woodland which I lay in when Sore wounded: and, while sitting in the shade Of an old beech--what! did I dream? or men Like Rupert's own ride near me? and a maid-- Isolda or her double!--Wildly then I rose and, shouting, leapt upon my horse; Unsheathed my sword and rode across their course.