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Ballad

Have you seen her?” he cried; “Have you seen her?” he cried.
“Yester eve,”
I whispered, “To-morrow, my Alice, my bride,
Must not grieve.”
“She stood in the cornfield, all sprinkled with dew,
“Twining flowers;
“But they were not so fair as her eyes of deep blue,
“Watch'd for hours.”
“I saw in the morning,” a neighbour replied,
“As I past,
“A stranger, who called a fair girl to his side,
“They rode fast;
“On their bonnie white steeds, thro' the flowers, thro' the corn.
“Did they ride;
“But they soon won the sea, and their vessel was borne
“O'er the tide.”

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He sought her in vain—she was gone, she was lost;
But old ways
Led him forth to the fields that the maiden had crost.
Many days.
Yet he wept not, but work'd, for the heart of a man
Beat within:
He was strong, he believed “Men should do what they can;
“Grief was sin.”
He was strong, but the gladness had past from his life;
He was brave,
Yet a sweet-smiling patience, precluding all strife,
Made him grave.
Still he thinks of her; still sees her eyes of deep blue,
Thro' long hours;
Still she stands in the cornfield, besprinkled with dew,
Twining flowers.