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I trow they did not part in scorn ;

Lovers long-betrothed were they, They two will wed the morrow morn ;

God's blessing on the day!

“ He does not me for my birth,

Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth,

And that is well,” said Lady Clare.

In there came old Alice the nurse,

Said, “Who was this that went from thee?” “It was my cousin,” said Lady Clare,

“ To-morrow he weds with me.”

“O God be thanked !” said Alice the nurse,

“That all comes round so just and fair ; Lord Ronald is heir of all

your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare.”

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“ Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse,"

Said Lady Clare, “ that ye speak so wild ? ” 6 As God 's above,” said Alice the nurse,

“I speak the truth: you are my child.

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“ The old Earl's daughter died at my breast;

I speak the truth, as I live by bread! I buried her like my own sweet child,

And put my child in her stead.”

Falsely, falsely have ye done,
O mother,” she said, “ if this be true,

To keep the best man under the sun

So many years from his due.”

“Nay now, my child,” said Alice the nurse,

“But keep the secret for your life, And all you have will be Lord Ronald's

When you are man and wife.

“If I'm a beggar born," she said,

“I will speak out, for I dare not lie. Pull off, pull off, the broach of gold,

And fling the diamond necklace by ! ”

“Nay now, my child,” said Alice the nurse,

“But keep the secret all ye can.” She said, “Not so : but I will know

If there be any faith in man.”

Nay now, what faith ?” said Alice the nurse,

“The man will cleave unto his right.” “ And he shall have it,” the lady replied,

“Though I should die to-night."

“Yet give one kiss to your mother dear!

Alas, my child, I sinned for thee.” “O mother, mother, mother,” she said,

“So strange it seems to me !

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“ Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, My mother dear, if this be so,

upon my head, And bless me, mother, ere I go.”

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She clad herself in a russet gown,

She was no longer Lady Clare ;
She went by dale, and she went by down,

With a single rose in her hair.

The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought

Leapt up from where she lay, Dropt her head in the maiden's hand, And followed her all the

way.

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Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower ; “O Lady Clare, you

shame

your

worth ! Why come you drest like a village maid,

That are the flower of the earth ?”

“If I come drest like a village maid,

I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born,” she said,

“And not the Lady Clare.”

Play me no tricks,” said Lord Ronald,

“For I am yours in word and in deed ; “ Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald,

“ Your riddle is hard to read.”

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Oh, and proudly stood she up!

Her heart within her did not fail : She looked into Lord Ronald's eyes,

And told him all her nurse's tale.

He laughed a laugh of merry scorn ;

He turned, and kissed her where she stood ; “If you are not the heiress born,

And I,” said he, “ the next in blood, –

“If you are not the heiress born,

And I,” said he, “the lawful heir, We two will wed to-morrow morn, And you shall still be Lady Clare.”

Alfred Tennyson.

FAIRY SONG

OVER hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moon's sphere ;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs

upon
The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
In their gold coats spots you see ;
Those be rubies, fairy favors,
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Shakespeare.

the green.

LULLABY FOR TITANIA

First Fairy
You spotted snakes with double tongue,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong ;

Come not near our Fairy Queen.

Chorus

Philomel with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby ;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby :
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh!
So good-night, with lullaby.

Second Fairy Weaving spiders, come not here ;

Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence; Beetles black, approach not near ;

Worm, nor snail, do no offense.

Chorus

Philomel with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby ;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh!
So good-night, with lullaby.

Shakespeare.

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