Then up as early as the lark

To meet you by our rock.

The rock where first we met at tryst;

Where first I wooed and won your love—

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Remember how the moon and mist

Made mystery of the heaven above

As now to-night?—How first I kissed

Your lips, you trembling like a dove?

So, then, you cannot wed me now

That roses and the June are here,

That warmth and fragrance weigh each bough?

And yet your reason is not clear.

Ah, well! We'll swear anew each vow,

And wait another year.

[Pg 33]

[Pg 33]

PART II

EARLY SUMMER

The cricket in the rose-bush hedge

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