  Lady serene, benign, This dainty name of mine, Pride in my bashful eyes Bending to see, With your look eloquent, Oft for glad service lent, Laughingly, lovingly, Gave you to me. Generous gift bestowed! Lofty desert avowed! Queen and true Knight indeed Played we those days; All of my faith unspent, Full of my child’s content, Shyly, yet haughtily, O for that happy sport Once in your mimic court! O for your voice again, Lips silencÈd! O for the olden name Ere disillusion came; O for “the golden heart,” Too, that is dead! |
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