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BALLAD.
My castle towers on Severn's side
Smile in the summer's sun,
Not brighter flows the silvery tide
Of thy fair stream, Garonne!
The wild bee murmurs in the bower,
The deer bounds through the wood,
And gaily blooms the primrose flower
In that sweet solitude.
I'll hang rich jewels in thine ear
If thou wilt be my bride;
I'll trap thy robe with minever
And broidery beside,
My page shall at thy palfrey stands
And hold its silken rein,
If thou wilt quit thine own fair land
To cross the foaming main.
