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LOVE A-MILKING.
I
“Hoard no more hope! believe me!”
—“Thou wouldst not make me poor!”—
“Wouldst lead me to deceive me?
As many a maid before,
To win me then to leave me?—
Say no more, sir, say no more!”
—“Thou wouldst not make me poor!”—
“Wouldst lead me to deceive me?
As many a maid before,
To win me then to leave me?—
Say no more, sir, say no more!”
“Love trusts! sweet faith! thereof, my lass,
Trust wins to trust above, my lass—
Love's older than our love, my lass,
Not wiser than of yore.”
Trust wins to trust above, my lass—
Love's older than our love, my lass,
Not wiser than of yore.”
II
“Thy love is over simple
To woo one on the leas;
One's kirtle torn; in wimple
Unbusked; tanned by the breeze.”
—“Thou needest but that dimple—
On thy knees, Love, on thy knees!
To woo one on the leas;
One's kirtle torn; in wimple
Unbusked; tanned by the breeze.”
—“Thou needest but that dimple—
On thy knees, Love, on thy knees!
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“What's wiser than thine eyes, my lass?
Thy heart?—Beneath God's skies, my lass,
Love! wiser than the wise, my lass—
We blind! 't is Love who sees.
Thy heart?—Beneath God's skies, my lass,
Love! wiser than the wise, my lass—
We blind! 't is Love who sees.
III
“'Low apple blossoms breaking
Pay me the kiss dost owe.”
—“'T is thine, thine be the taking.”
—“Aboon the afterglow
Three kiss-soft stars are waking—
Walk slow, my love, walk slow.”
Pay me the kiss dost owe.”
—“'T is thine, thine be the taking.”
—“Aboon the afterglow
Three kiss-soft stars are waking—
Walk slow, my love, walk slow.”
“More dear the dusk for dew, my lad;
More sweet the stars when few, my lad;
Life's trials, when love is true, my lad,
Are lighter than we know.”
More sweet the stars when few, my lad;
Life's trials, when love is true, my lad,
Are lighter than we know.”
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