A glove, a ribbon, and a rose thereby,

All join'd in one. I revel in these things;

For, once an angel, unarray'd in wings,

Came to my side, and beam'd on me, and said:

"I love thee, friend!" and then, with lifted head,

Gave me a rose on which the dew had fallen;

And, like the flower, she blush'd a virgin-red.

ix.

I found the glove down yonder in the dale.

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I knew 'twas thine; its color, creamy-pale,

Fill'd me with joy. "A prize!" I cried aloud,

And snatch'd it up, as zealous then, and proud,

As one who wins a knighthood in his youth;

And I was moved thereat, in very sooth,

And kiss'd it oft, and call'd on kindly Heaven

To be the sponsor of mine amorous truth.

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