A glowing hearth, a little house,

And a good man to want her?

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In the soft shrouding clinging mist

His strong arms held me.

Our lips kept tryst, and long we kiss'd;

His great love fill'd me.

Sweet is the warmth of summer weather,

But the best fire I know

Is of two pair of lips together,

Two hearts in one glow.

His love he told, that made me bold

To look at him fairly,

And see the burning blush take hold

And colour him up rarely.

Within his ply though caught was I,

I backt a saucy head:

"Oh, I was shy a year gone by—

Your turn now," I said.

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