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 By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom,
 * In the orchard path he met me;

In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume, And I tried to pass, but he made no room,
 * Oh, I tried, but he would not let me.

So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red,
 * With my face bent down above it,

While he took my hand as he whispering said— (How the clover lifted each pink, sweet head, To listen to all that my lover said;
 * Oh, the clover in bloom, I love it!)

In the high, wet grass went the path to hide,
 * And the low, wet leaves hung over;

But I could not pass upon either side, For I found myself, when I vainly tried,
 * In the arms of my steadfast lover.

And he held me there and he raised my head,
 * While he closed the path before me,

And he looked down into my eyes and said— (How the leaves bent down from the boughs o’er head, To .listen to all that my lover said;
 * Oh, the leaves hanging lowly o’er me!)