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EQUALITY.
"Thou hast lightly, lightly wooed me, But thou shalt not win the same,For I know thou art a rover, Caring not for Love's sweet pain."
"Thou would'st value, dearly, dearly, Some new trophy of the wood,And thy scientific searching, Dost thou deem thy highest good,Thou would'st track the bird and bee, To its haunt, and spy the snake,Pierce the butterfly, and hold it, With the ground-mole in the brake."
"Thou hast not a heart for loving, Dearer to thee, roll of Fame,Though thou woo in courtly fashion, All thy heart repels its flame.Thou hast wooed, thou shalt not win, Hearts are not an easy prize,Thou shalt find no sign of yielding, In the light of scornful eyes."
Near, and nearer came the wooer, All his faithful heart aflame,And his longing eyes ashining, In his heart the echo thrilling,Of his darling's name. "She is thinking, thinking, thinking,As she goes her quiet ways, Of the sweet and tender kisses,
