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MY WIFE.
AN IMPROMPTU.
Where the maples nodded together,
At the edge of the pathless wood,
With a basket of ripe red berries,
A sweet little maiden stood.
Her hair was like shadows of sunset,
Falling soft over meadows asleep,
Or the earliest break of the morning
Pouring gold upon hill-side and steep.
The green leaves lay light on her forehead,
As if wood-nymphs were crowning their queen;
And the tremulous smile of the sunshine
Slept warm on the tresses between;
The blue-bells were nodding beside her,
But her bright eyes were bluer to see,
As they turned, with an innocent gladness,
That fair summer morning, on me!
Her cheeks wore the hue of ripe peaches
The sunlight so often hath kissed,
And her figure was light as the fairies
That ride on the morning's blue mist!
But her voice was like nothing, save Eden,
And the musical breezes which blow
Over meadows that sleep in the sunshine,
Where never falls tempest or snow!
Where the maples nodded together,
At the edge of the pathless wood,
With a basket of ripe red berries,
A sweet little maiden stood.
Her hair was like shadows of sunset,
Falling soft over meadows asleep,
Or the earliest break of the morning
Pouring gold upon hill-side and steep.
The green leaves lay light on her forehead,
As if wood-nymphs were crowning their queen;
And the tremulous smile of the sunshine
Slept warm on the tresses between;
The blue-bells were nodding beside her,
But her bright eyes were bluer to see,
As they turned, with an innocent gladness,
That fair summer morning, on me!
Her cheeks wore the hue of ripe peaches
The sunlight so often hath kissed,
And her figure was light as the fairies
That ride on the morning's blue mist!
But her voice was like nothing, save Eden,
And the musical breezes which blow
Over meadows that sleep in the sunshine,
Where never falls tempest or snow!
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And she said, with her blue eyes uplifted,
And a blush on her berry-brown cheek,
“Will you show me the way, sir, to Ashley?”
And her voice was so gentle and meek,
That I caught to my heart the maiden,
And sued her to be my wife;
So I showed her the way to Ashley,
And she shows me the way through life.
And a blush on her berry-brown cheek,
“Will you show me the way, sir, to Ashley?”
And her voice was so gentle and meek,
That I caught to my heart the maiden,
And sued her to be my wife;
So I showed her the way to Ashley,
And she shows me the way through life.
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