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A MAN'S WOOING.
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I go lonely, I go lonely, and I feel that earth is only
The vestibule of palaces whose courts we never win:
Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits, amaranths twining,
And I know the gates stand open, and I shall enter in.
I go lonely, I go lonely, and I feel that earth is only
The vestibule of palaces whose courts we never win:
Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits, amaranths twining,
And I know the gates stand open, and I shall enter in.
A MAN'S WOOING.
OU said, last night, you did not think In all the world of men
Was one true lover—true alike
In deed and word and pen;—
One knightly lover, constant as
The old knights, who sleep sound:
Some women, said you, there might be—
Not one man faithful found:
The old knights, who sleep sound:
Some women, said you, there might be—
Not one man faithful found:
Not one man, resolute to win,
Or, winning, firm to hold
The woman, among women—sought
With steadfast love and bold.
Or, winning, firm to hold
The woman, among women—sought
With steadfast love and bold.
