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by Unknown

She hath men and maids for service—

I have but my hands.

The sweet summer’s ripest roses

Hilda’s cheeks outvie—

Queens have paled to see her beauty—

But my beard have I.

Hilda from her palace windows

Looketh down on me,

Keeping with my dove-brown oxen

By the silver sea.