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ON ANGLING. |
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When once I spied her come behind,
The rod I threw aside ; I swore, with honest heart and mind.
That she should be my bride.
" Bid me," I said, " and I will live
Thy worshipper to be ; Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
" A heart as warm, a heart as kind,
A heart as true and free, As in the world's domain you'll find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
" Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree ; Or bid it languish quite away.
So shall it do for thee.
" Bid me despair, and I'll despair
Under the cypress tree; Or bid me die, and I will die,
E'en de;ith—to die for thee.
" Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me ; And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee. |
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