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So fair a face must love and be beloved By summer flowers; each has so much of each In either's nature. She is standing now With eyes downcast and blue; the violet hides So its deep colours and its dew from noon. The rose is on her cheek; an unquiet bloom That comes and goes, then settles down at last In one rich flash of pleasure. What a smile! A heartfelt conscious smile, scarce parts the lips That seem as if they sighed; the deep-drawn sigh Of anxious happiness, which builds on hope. A scroll is in her hand; it bears the words Of one who loves her—dear as his own life. What will her answer be? A down-cast eye, A blush, a smile—What can their answer be? Yes!—only "Yes!"