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LOVE'S HERALDRY.
Down where the river flows between
The city and the dusky screen
Of willow branches long and green
That dim the village lights behind,
With her who is so debonaire,
In excellence of heart and mind
So far—so far beyond compeer,
What happiness I find.
The city and the dusky screen
Of willow branches long and green
That dim the village lights behind,
With her who is so debonaire,
In excellence of heart and mind
So far—so far beyond compeer,
What happiness I find.
There yestereve, with hands in mine
Fast locked as in the olden time,
And words more musical than rhyme
To ears that listened wistfully
Yet scarce were satisfied—we stood
The queenly Dian's disk to see
Above the distant cypress wood
Soar up triumphantly.
Fast locked as in the olden time,
And words more musical than rhyme
To ears that listened wistfully
Yet scarce were satisfied—we stood
The queenly Dian's disk to see
Above the distant cypress wood
Soar up triumphantly.
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And while we talked of what should be
Our future lot, nor could agree
Therein at first—‘Heart's-dearest, see
(I said)—a cloudy fess in twain
Divides Diana's silver shield.’
And while she gazed, I cried again;
‘Superior in the azure field,
Behold it ONE again!’
Our future lot, nor could agree
Therein at first—‘Heart's-dearest, see
(I said)—a cloudy fess in twain
Divides Diana's silver shield.’
And while she gazed, I cried again;
‘Superior in the azure field,
Behold it ONE again!’
So chid I gently. She is wise,
And quick to understand; her eyes
Turned to me with a glad surprise,
And such deep love, that I—(I own,)
When on my breast her head she laid,
Found my philosophy all flown.
For who hath courage to upbraid
A queen upon her throne?
And quick to understand; her eyes
Turned to me with a glad surprise,
And such deep love, that I—(I own,)
When on my breast her head she laid,
Found my philosophy all flown.
For who hath courage to upbraid
A queen upon her throne?
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