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In a love more abiding Than that the heart knows, For maiden more lovely Than summer's first rose, My heart's knit to thine, And lives but for thee; In dreamings of gladness, Thou'rt dancing with me, Brave measures of madness In some battle-field, Where armour is ringing, And noble blood springing, And cloven, yawn hemlet, Stout hauberk and shield. ! I kiss thee.

The smile of a maiden's eye Soon may depart; And light is the faith of Fair woman's heart; Changeful as light clouds, And wayward as wind, Be the passions that govern Weak woman's mind.