Poems (Bell)/Fate
FATE.
I wandered by the river brink, I met a maiden fair and sweet;I sat me on the bank to think, Then, I thought, I would her greet:I spoke! said I: "O maiden fair, Whence comest thou, O maid most dear?"She pushed aside her wavy hair, Quoth she: "I come when none are near."Said I: "O tell me lovely mate Thy name, I do not know it yet."Then found I had been courting Fate, When her answer came—it was "Kismet."