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১৬ You came down from your throne and stopped and stood at my cottage door.

I was singing all alone in a corner, and the melody caught your ear. You came down and stood at my cottage door.

At your hall masters there are many and songs are sung at all hours. But the simple carol of this novice struck at thy love. One plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of the world and with a flower for a prize you came down and stopped at my cottage door. 17