And eyes of blue, and ringlets fair,

Suggested many an ancient story

Of fair-haired, blue-eyed maids of old,

In durance held by grim magicians,

Of knights in armor rough with gold,

Who rescued them from such positions.

Above, the heavens aglow with light,

Beneath our feet the sleeping ocean,

E'en as the sky my hope was bright,

Deep as the sea was my devotion.

Her father's voice came through the wood,

He'd made a fortune tanning leather;

I was his clerk; I thought it good

To keep on talking about the weather.

A PIECE OF ADVICE.

So you're going to give up flirtation, my dear,

And lead a life sober and quiet?

There, there, I don't doubt the intention's sincere.

But wait till occasion shall try it.—

Is Ramsay engaged?

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