Though the footsteps have wandered beyond recall,

 That I watched and waited so long to hear!

 Caris Brooke.

The swans along the water glide,

The

 Unfettered and yet side by side—

 So should true lovers ever be,

 Together ever—ever free.

 A chain upon the white swan’s neck,

 What were it good for—save to break?

 And swans who wear and break a chain

 Swim never side by side again.

My best beloved, the Spring is fair,

My

 The woods are green and life is good,

 Come out with me and let us tread

 By field and fold and sweet wet wood—

 The wind-flower blanches all the copse,

 With hyacinth the hedge is blue,

 And every wakened leaf is fair,

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