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THE SEA-CAPTAIN'S WOOING.
Put the crown of your love on my forehead,Its sweet links clasped with a kiss,And all the great monarchs of EnglandNever wore such a gem as this.Give me your hand, little maiden,That sceptre so pearly white,And I'll envy not the kingliest wandThat ever waved in might.
I know 'tis like asking a morning cloudWith a grim old mountain to stay,But your love would soften its ruggedness,And melt its roughness away.I have seen a delicate rosy cloud,A rough, gray cliff enfold,Till his heart was warmed by its loveliness,And his brow was tinged with its gold.
Oh, poor and mean does my life showCompared with the beauty of thine,Like a diamond embedded in graniteYour life would be set in mine;