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 No! it was no floweret,

'Twas my cherish'd one—

And he shone so brightly,

For with love he shone.

goose from the heavens dismounting,

Drank the fresh water of our fountain.

Drank the fresh stream and left the troubled:

My thoughts of love for thee were doubled.

My thoughts for thee—for thee, my lover!

All else I pass regardless over.

Fain would I wed—but they impede me;

And say—that love to want will lead me.

To want and woe—no bread—no baking—

No gathering hay—no harvest-making.

That want shall waste—and labor fag me—

And by my hair my husband-drag me,comma in the original [sic]