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AN ENGLISH MAIDEN.
What skies live you under,
You sweet English maid?
Are you dressed so, I wonder,
For mere masquerade?
You sweet English maid?
Are you dressed so, I wonder,
For mere masquerade?
Or, in lands of the morning,
Does some dusky race
See its own garb adorning
Your fair English face?
Does some dusky race
See its own garb adorning
Your fair English face?
Where, perhaps, as he gazes,
Some wanderer again
Dreams of childhood and daisies
In a green English lane.
Some wanderer again
Dreams of childhood and daisies
In a green English lane.
For in lands that are rainless,
Tho' the flowers be rare;
And 'neath skies that are stainless,
Tho' the faces be fair;
Tho' the flowers be rare;
And 'neath skies that are stainless,
Tho' the faces be fair;
Yet higher is the power,
Diviner the aid,
Of a wan English flower,
A white English maid.
Diviner the aid,
Of a wan English flower,
A white English maid.
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