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| I KNOW not of what we ponderd | |
| Or made pretty pretence to talk, | |
| As, her hand within mine, we wanderd | |
| Towrd the pool by the lime-tree walk, | |
| While the dew fell in showers from the passion flowers | 5 |
| And the blush-rose bent on her stalk. | |
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| I cannot recall her figure: | |
| Was it regal as Junos own? | |
| Or only a trifle bigger | |
| Than the elves who surround the throne | 10 |
| Of the Faëry Queen, and are seen, I ween, | |
| By mortals in dreams alone? | |
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| What her eyes were like I know not: | |
| Perhaps they were blurrd with tears; | |
| And perhaps in you skies there glow not | 15 |
| (On the contrary) clearer spheres. | |
| No! as to her eyes I am just as wise | |
| As you or the cat, my dears. | |
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| Her teeth, I presume, were pearly: | |
| But which was she, brunette or blonde? | 20 |
| Her hair, was it quaintly curly, | |
| Or as straight as a beadles wand? | |
| That I faild to remark: it was rather dark | |
| And shadowy round the pond. | |
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| Then the hand that reposd so snugly | 25 |
| In mine,was it plump or spare? | |
| Was the countenance fair or ugly? | |
| Nay, children, you have me there! | |
| My eyes were phaps blurrd; and besides I d heard | |
| That it s horribly rude to stare. | 30 |
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| And I,was I brusque and surly? | |
| Or oppressively bland and fond? | |
| Was I partial to rising early? | |
| Or why did we twain abscond, | |
| When nobody knew, from the public view | 35 |
| To prowl by a misty pond? | |
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| What passd, what was felt or spoken, | |
| Whether anything passd at all, | |
| And whether the heart was broken | |
| That beat under that sheltring shawl, | 40 |
| (If shawl she had on, which I doubt),has gone, | |
| Yes, gone from me past recall. | |
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| Was I haply the ladys suitor? | |
| Or her uncle? I cant make out; | |
| Ask your governess, dears, or tutor. | 45 |
| For myself, I m in hopeless doubt | |
| As to why we were there, who on earth we were, | |
| And what this is all about. | |
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