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A LOVER'S FANCIES.
“What sounds like pewter?” said my Rose in play—“The fall of earth upon a coffin-lid.”
“Like tin?”—“The cock-crow heralding the day,
Or infant wailing that its mother chid.”
“Like steel?”—“The quick sharp twitter on the spray
Of numerous sparrows in the foliage hid.”
“Like gold?”—“The strong wind over forests borne,
Or full bass singer chanting prayer and creed.”
“Like brass?”—“The neighing of a frighten'd steed,
Or roar of people clamouring for corn.”
“Like iron?”—“Thunder-claps suddenly woken,
Startling the city in the summer night.”
“Like silver?”—“Thy sweet voice that speaks delight,
And breathes Love's promise, never to be broken.”
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