THE TWO PAGES IN LOVE
1st Page. She patted yesterday Almanzor's neck,
And praised his beauty to me.
2nd Page. Nay, but think—
This morning, as I sang, she listened to me,
Bade me to sing again, and once, oh once,
I could just hear her voice come warbling in—
Three precious notes—with mine.
1st Page. I'd give, oh not
Almanzor, but whate'er I own, besides,
That most I prize, but to know how to sing.
I'll tell you: I could die to win my knighthood
Before her eyes in battle; I could live
Just long enough to see a single tear
Drop from her eyes. She is so kind and tender,
I think she would grieve for me.
And praised his beauty to me.
2nd Page. Nay, but think—
This morning, as I sang, she listened to me,
Bade me to sing again, and once, oh once,
I could just hear her voice come warbling in—
Three precious notes—with mine.
1st Page. I'd give, oh not
Almanzor, but whate'er I own, besides,
That most I prize, but to know how to sing.
I'll tell you: I could die to win my knighthood
Before her eyes in battle; I could live
Just long enough to see a single tear
Drop from her eyes. She is so kind and tender,
I think she would grieve for me.
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