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 Ten more nights they met, they walked with father and daughter. Ten more nights, and night by night more distant away were Philip and she; every night less heedful, by habit, the father. Happy ten days, most happy; and, otherwise than thought of, Fortunate visit of Adam, companion and friend to David. Happy ten days, be ye fruitful of happiness! Pass o'er them slowly, Slowly; like cruise of the prophet be multiplied, even to ages! Pass slowly o'er them ye days of October; ye soft misty mornings, Long dusky eves; pass slowly; and thou great Term-Time of Oxford, Awful with lectures and books, and little-goes and great-goes, Till but the sweet bud be perfect, recede and retire for the lovers, Yea, for the sweet love of lovers, postpone thyself even to doomsday! Pass o'er them slowly, ye hours; Be with them ye Loves and Graces!

Indirect and evasive no longer, a cowardly bather, Clinging to bough and to rock, and sidling along by the edges, In your faith, ye Muses and Graces, who love the plain present, Scorning historic abridgment and artifice antipoetic, In your faith, ye Muses and Loves, ye Loves and Graces, I will confront the great peril, and speak with the mouth of the lovers, As they spoke by the alders, at evening, the runnel below them, Elspie a diligent knitter, and Philip her fingers watching.

Vesper adest, juvenes, consurgite; Vesper Olympo Expectata diu vix tandem lumina tollit.

OR she confessed, as they sat in the dusk, and he saw not her blushes, Elspie confessed at the sports long ago with her father she saw him, When at the door the old man had told him the name of the bothie; There after that at the dance; yet again at the dance in Rannoch– And she was silent, confused. Confused much rather Philip Buried his face in his hands, his face that with blood was bursting. Silent, confused, yet by pity she conquered her fear, and continued. Katie is good and not silly; be comforted, Sir, about her; Katie is good and not silly; tender, but not like many Carrying off, and at once for fear of being seen, in the bosom Locking-up as in a cupboard the pleasure that any man gives them, Keeping it out of sight as a prize they need be ashamed of;