Above, the heights hang silver in her light;

Below, the woods stretch purple, deep in June.

There in the dew is it you hiding lawny?

You, or a moth in the vines?—

You!—by your hand, where the band twinkles tawny!

You!—by your ring, like a glowworm, that shines!

4

 She approaches, laughing. She speaks,—

You'd given up hope?

HE

Believe me.

SHE

Why, is your love so poor?

HE

I knew you'd not deceive me.

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[Pg 13]

SHE

As many a girl before,—

Ah, dear, you will forgive me?

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