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 Or will it be rolled in a crown of gold, An emblem of royalty? But how will I know ’tis she who comes? And how will she know ’tis me?

Is her ear as shapely as Venus’ shell, And pierced by a diamond gleam? Is her hand as white as the immortelle? Her voice as sweet as that sounding bell The gray bird tolls to the listening dell Where the ti-tree hides the stream? Have the words been said? is my lady wed? Is my lady bond or free?— No matter who claims her earthly form, For her heart belongs to me!

Will her eyes be clear as the amber flight Of the stream over sandstone bar? Or darkly blue as the vault of night? Will her flesh show pink through its veil of white, And its violet-pencilled curves be bright As the polished breast of a star? And where, oh, where may you find a pair Who shall love so well as we? But how shall I know my lady? by What token will she know me?