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MY MAIDEN
Fair is she, as a morn most fair,
And pure as earliest dew;
Like Spring's first gold her crisped hair,
Like heaven her eyes' deep blue;
Her form is as the leopard's lithe,
Her step as a wild fawn's free;
And like her heart her song is blithe
With loving thoughts of me.
And pure as earliest dew;
Like Spring's first gold her crisped hair,
Like heaven her eyes' deep blue;
Her form is as the leopard's lithe,
Her step as a wild fawn's free;
And like her heart her song is blithe
With loving thoughts of me.
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Glad thoughts, a halo round her face,
Her heart is so astir:
O love, my love, give me the grace
Of thoughts as worthy Her!
Sweet Heart! the very Gods were glad
Its sweet outcome to see;
And I a God since when She had
Glad loving thoughts of me.
Her heart is so astir:
O love, my love, give me the grace
Of thoughts as worthy Her!
Sweet Heart! the very Gods were glad
Its sweet outcome to see;
And I a God since when She had
Glad loving thoughts of me.
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