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XI.
THE WOMAN
In early days the woman was my queen;
The fair sweet maiden, crowned with first love's flowers.
With her I wandered through the inwoven bowers
Of first love,—marked the young moon's silver sheen
Upon the deep, or heard the echoing shore
Ring to the white waves, answering their roar:
With her I lingered through the summer hours
Or smote the river tides with laughing oar.
The fair sweet maiden, crowned with first love's flowers.
With her I wandered through the inwoven bowers
Of first love,—marked the young moon's silver sheen
Upon the deep, or heard the echoing shore
Ring to the white waves, answering their roar:
With her I lingered through the summer hours
Or smote the river tides with laughing oar.
I sought no further than the simple boon
Of simple maiden love: sufficient bliss
Had been the bounty of her red-lipped kiss;
One whispered word beneath the secret moon.
The maiden all-sufficing was: all fair:
The summer beauty slept amid her hair.
Of simple maiden love: sufficient bliss
Had been the bounty of her red-lipped kiss;
One whispered word beneath the secret moon.
The maiden all-sufficing was: all fair:
The summer beauty slept amid her hair.
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