The call of nature unto nature,

Then we two should wed.

"You are a beauty bred and born,

As any one can see;

You walk the world as if in scorn

Of riches or degree.

Your eyes call home the soft green tone

Of the fainting sky

When the eve-star keeps watch alone,

And the summer is nigh.

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"But 'tis your grave and constant mind

Beckon'd me to you,

Too good, too sweet, too fond, too kind,

For me to be untrue.

So trust me, lass, I'll not be false

While I do live,

For we two go where Nature calls,

As I believe."

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