THE SECOND TIME THEY MET.
“Oh, would I might see my love,” sang he,
As he dreamed in his true heart of her,
As he rode that day up the highway wide,
With his feathers gay, and the lute at his side;
“Oh, would I might see my love,” sang he,
“My love that knows not I love her.”
“Oh, would I might see my love,” sang she,
As she sat in the porch above him,