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To smile and sigh, to love and change:

Oh, in our heart's recesses,
We dress in fancies quite as strange
As these our fancy dresses!



In her ear he whispers gaily,

"If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watched thee daily, And I think thou lov'st me well." She replies, in accents fainter,

66 There is none I love like thee." He is but a landscape-painter,

And a village maiden she. He to lips, that fondly falter,

Presses his without reproof: Leads her to the village altar,

And they leave her father's roof.

• I can make no marriage present :
Little can I give my wife.
Love will make our cottage pleasant,
And I love thee more than life."
They by parks and lodges going

See the lordly castles stand:
Summer woods, about them blowing,
Made a murmur in the land.
From deep thought himself he rouses,
Says to her that loves him well,
"Let us see these handsome houses
Where the wealthy nobles dwell."
So she goes by him attended,

Hears him lovingly converse, Sees whatever fair and splendid

Lay betwixt his home and hers; Parks with oak and chestnut shady,

Parks and order'd gardens great, Ancient homes of lord and lady,

Built for pleasure and for state.

All he shows her makes him dearer :

Evermore she seems to gaze On that cottage growing nearer,

Where they twain will spend their days.

O but she will love him truly!

He shall have a cheerful home; She will order all things duly,

When beneath his roof they come.
Thus her heart rejoices greatly,

Till a gateway she discerns
With armorial bearings stately,
And beneath the gate she turns ;
Sees a mansion more majestic

Than all those she saw before:
Many a gallant gay domestic

Bows before him at the door. And they speak in gentle murmur, When they answer to his call,

While he treads with footsteps firmer,
Leading on from hall to hall.
And, while now she wonders blindly
Nor the meaning can divine,
Proudly turns he round and kindly,

"All of this is mine and thine."
Here he lives in state and bounty
Lord of Burleigh, fair and free,
Not a lord in all the county

Is so great a lord as he.
All at once the colour flushes

Her sweet face from brow to chin: As it were with shame she blushes, And her spirit changed within. Then her countenance all over


Pale again as death did
But he clasp'd her like a lover,

And he cheer'd her soul with love.

So she strove against her weakness,

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