MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
AND SO YOU WERE WAITING FOR YOUR PEOPLE WHEN YOU SAT ON THAT STILE? For whom, sir? FOR THE MEN IN GREEN: IT WAS A PROPER MOONLIGHT EVENING FOR THEM. DID I BREAK THROUGH ONE OF YOUR RINGS, THAT YOU SPREAD THAT DAMNED ICE ON THE CAUSEWAY? The men in green all forsook England a hundred years ago. And not even in Hay Lane, or the fields about it, could you find a trace of them.  I don’t think either summer or harvest, or winter moon, will ever shine on their revels more.

AND SO YOU WERE WAITING FOR YOUR PEOPLE WHEN YOU SAT ON THAT STILE?

For whom, sir?

FOR THE MEN IN GREEN: IT WAS A PROPER MOONLIGHT EVENING FOR THEM. DID I BREAK THROUGH ONE OF YOUR RINGS, THAT YOU SPREAD THAT DAMNED ICE ON THE CAUSEWAY?

The men in green all forsook England a hundred years ago. And not even in Hay Lane, or the fields about it, could you find a trace of them.  I don’t think either summer or harvest, or winter moon, will ever shine on their revels more.

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