That fairest fair one of the far-off land?”
Her eyes grew large; in wonder half, half ruth
She spake, like one who sorrowed, yet forgave
“Our land a land of beauty is, O youth!
Her maids are fair and good; her sons are brave.”
“O maiden! by those eyes, and quivering lids,
Forgive! From thee Love hides not his sweet lore:
Breathe it to none—not even thy lambs and kids—”
Then whispered I thy name, but told no more.
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