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Sir Alexander's Desk
Was she——? But this at least I know,
That face portrayed in smiling show
Was not grandmother's!
Did she die early? Or did Fate
And cruel parents dissipate
Your rapturous dreaming,
And make you picture Gretna-ways—
A white face in a flying chaise,
With dark eyes streaming?
Or did the 'fair deceitful she'
But add you to her list to be
One amid many?
Or did she love you as you her?—
This last the theory I prefer
Better than any.
A case of true love's crooked course:
Two wedded souls; a stern divorce;
Hopes crushed, affections blighted!
Perhaps 'twas so—who knows? And yet,
Perhaps it was that coronet;
You were but knighted!
