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Well Of St. Keyne, The

By Robert Southey

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A well there is in the west country,     And a clearer one never was seen;     There is not a wife in the west country     But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne.     An oak and an elm-tree stand beside,     And behind doth an ash-tree grow,     And a willow from the bank above     Droops to the water below.     A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne,     Joyfully he drew nigh,     For from cock-crow he had been travelling,     And there was not a cloud in the sky.     He drank of the water so cool and clear,     For thirsty and hot was he;     And he sat down upon the bank     Under the willow-tree.     There came a man from the house hard by     At the well to fill his pail;     On the well-side he rested it,     And he bade the stranger hail.     "Now art thou a bachelor, stranger?" quoth he,     "For an if thou hast a wife,     The happiest draught thou hast drank this day     That ever thou didst in thy life.     "Or hast thy good woman, if one thou hast,     Ever here in Cornwall been?     For an if she have, I'll venture my life     She has drank of the Well of St. Keyne."     "I have left a good woman who never was here,"     The stranger he made reply;     "But that my draught should be the better for that     I pray you answer me why?"     "St. Keyne," quoth the Cornishman, "many a time     Drank of this crystal well,     And before the angels summon'd her,     She laid on the water a spell.     "If the husband of this gifted well     Shall drink before his wife,     A happy man thenceforth is he,     For he shall be master for life.     "But if the wife should drink of it first,     God help the husband then!"     The stranger stooped to the Well of St. Keyne,     And drank of the water again.     "You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes?"     He to the Cornishman said:     But the Cornishman smiled as the stranger spake,     And sheepishly shook his head.     "I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done,     And left my wife in the porch;     But i' faith she had been wiser than me,     For she took a bottle to church."

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About Robert Southey

Robert Southey (1774–1843) was an English Romantic poet, historian, and biographer who served as Poet Laureate from 1813 to 1843. His poems include "The Battle of Blenheim" and "The Inchcape Rock," and he was a member of the Lake Poets alongside Wordsworth and Coleridge.

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