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ELL me, Mother, what this may be, What is this that has come to me?—

I have reasonless joys and causeless fears, Purposeless pain, and trivial tears.

For one footstep I listen all day, When I hear it I turn away.

Flutters my heart like a wounded dove, Tell me, Mother, can this be love?"

Sooth, it is hard for a maid to say If Love or Fancy has passed her way:

Close akin, of the self-same mother, Fancy, indeed, is Love's twin-brother.

Fancy's an imp and a pixie elf, And yet he can change to Love's true self.