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You have Heard.
1853.
You have heard,” said a youth to his sweetheart who stood,
While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight's decline,
“You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood—
I wish that the Danish boy's whistle were mine!”
While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight's decline,
“You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood—
I wish that the Danish boy's whistle were mine!”
“And what would you do with it? Tell me!” she said,
While an arch smile played over her beautiful face;
“I would blow it,” he answered, “and then my fair maid
Would fly to my side, and would here take her place.”
While an arch smile played over her beautiful face;
“I would blow it,” he answered, “and then my fair maid
Would fly to my side, and would here take her place.”
“Is that all you wish it for? That may be yours
Without any magic,” the fair maiden cried;
“A favour so slight one's good nature secures!”
And she playfully seated herself by his side.
Without any magic,” the fair maiden cried;
“A favour so slight one's good nature secures!”
And she playfully seated herself by his side.
“I would blow it again,” said the youth, “and the charm
Would work so, that not even Modesty's check
Would be able to keep from my neck your fine arm!”
She smiled, and she laid her fine arm round his neck.
Would work so, that not even Modesty's check
Would be able to keep from my neck your fine arm!”
She smiled, and she laid her fine arm round his neck.
“Yet once more would I blow, and the music divine
Would bring me, the third time, an exquisite bliss—
You would lay your fair cheek to this brown one of mine,
And your lips, stealing past it, would give me a kiss.
Would bring me, the third time, an exquisite bliss—
You would lay your fair cheek to this brown one of mine,
And your lips, stealing past it, would give me a kiss.
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The maiden laughed out in her innocent glee—
“What a fool of yourself with the whistle you'd make!
For only consider, how silly 'twould be
To sit there and whistle for—what you might take!”
“What a fool of yourself with the whistle you'd make!
For only consider, how silly 'twould be
To sit there and whistle for—what you might take!”
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