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 98 ne and droway with Where dost then stand behind them all, my lover, hiding thipelf in the shadow? They push ther and pass thee by on the dusty road, taking thee for naught. I wait here weary hours spreading my offerings for thee, while passersin come & and take my Howers one byone my , basket is nearly empty. The morning time is bastand the noon, In the shade of evening my eyes are sleek. Mengoing home glance at me anò smile ana fillu me with shame. I sit like a beggar maid drawing my skirt over my face and when they ask me, what is it awant, a drop my eyes and! answer them not. Oh, how, indeed, could I tell them that for theed wait, and thou hast een promised to come. How could I utter for shame that I keep fore my dowry this absolute poverty of mine for thy royal favour of acceptance. With, thug this pride somethin in the secret of my I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky and heart. 5