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He saddened if my cheer was sad.
 But gay he grew if I was gay
We never differed on a hair,
 My yes his yes, my nay his nay.

The wedding hour was come, the aisles
 Were flushed with sun and flowers that day;
I pacing balanced in my thoughts:
 "It's quite too late to think of nay."—

My bridegroom answered in his turn,
 Myself had almost answered "yea:"
When through the flashing nave I heard
 A struggle and resounding "nay."

Bridemaids and bridegroom shrank in fear,
 But I stood high who stood at bay:
"And if I answer yea, fair Sir,
 What man art thou to bar with nay?"

He was a strong man from the north,
 Light-locked, with eyes of dangerous grey
"Put yea by for another time
 In which I will not say thee nay."

He took me in his strong white arms,
 He bore me on his horse away
O'er crag, morass, and hairbreadth pass,
 But never asked me yea or nay.