And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,

And gentle wishes long subdued,

She

Subdued and cherished long!

wept with h pity and delight,

She blushed with love, and virgin shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,

I heard her breathe my name/

Her bosom heaved-she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped—
Then suddenly, with timorous eye.
She fled to me and wept.:

She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face, and ela

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partly love, and partly fear,/.

And partly it was a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.

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I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin, pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,

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My bright, and beauteous Bride./

Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

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GLENKINDIE

ABOUT Glenkindie and his man,

A false ballant hath long been writ;
Some bootless loon had written it,
Upon a bootless plan:

But I have found the true at last,
And here it is, so hold it fast.

'T was made by a kind damosel

Who loved him and his man right well. 8

Glenkindie, best of harpers, came

Unbidden to our town;

And he was sad, and sad to see,

For love had worn him down.

It was love, as all men know,

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The love that brought him down,

The hopeless love for the king's daughter, The dove that heir'd a crown.

Now he wore not that collar of gold,

His dress was forest green,

His wondrous fair and rich mantel

Had lost its silvery sheen.

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But still by his side walked Rafe, his boy,
In goodly cramoisie:

Of all the boys that ever I saw,
The goodliest boy was he.

O Rafe the page! O Rafe the page!
Ye stole the heart frae me:

O Rafe the page! O Rafe the page!
I wonder where ye be;

We ne'er may see Glenkindie more,
But may we never see thee?

Glenkindie came within the hall,

We set him on the dais,

And gave him bread, and gave him wine,
The best in all the place.

We set for him the guests' high chair,

And spread the naperie:

Our Dame herself would serve for him,

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And I for Rafe, perdie!

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But down he sat on a low, low stool

And thrust his long legs out,

And leant his back to the high chair,
And turn'd his harp about.

He turn'd it round, he strok'd the strings,
He touch'd each tirling-pin,

He put his mouth to the sounding-board
And breath'd his breath therein.

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And Rafe sat over against his face,

And look'd at him wistfullie:

I almost grat ere he began,

They were so sad to see.

The very first stroke he strack that day
We all came crowding near;

And the second stroke he strack that day
We all were smit with fear.

The third stroke that he strack that day
Full fain we were to cry;

The fourth stroke that he strack that day
We thought that we would die.

No tongue can tell how sweet it was,

How far and yet how near,

We saw the saints in Paradise,

And bairnies on their bier.

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And our sweet Dame saw her good lord—

She told me privilie

She saw him as she saw him last,

On his ship upon the sea.

Anon he laid his little harp by,

He shut his wondrous eyes;

We stood a long time like dumb things,
Stood in a dumb surprise.

Then all at once we left that trance,

And shouted where we stood;

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We clasp'd each other's hands and vow'd
We would be wise and good.

Soon he rose up and Rafe rose too,
He drank wine and broke bread;

He clasp'd his hands with our trembling
Dame,

But never a word he said.

They went,-Alack and lack-a-day!
They went the way they came.

I follow'd them all down the floor,
And oh but I had drouth

To touch his cheek, to touch his hand,
To kiss Rafe's velvet mouth!

But I knew such was not for me.
They went straight from the door;
We saw them fade within the mist,
And never saw them more.

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SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN

GUINEVERE

LIKE Souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
The maiden Spring upon the plain
Came in a sun-lit fall of rain.
In crystal vapour everywhere