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Even now unto the brim;
Her world is love and him
1866. The while he heard, the Book-man drew
A length of make-believing face,
With smothered mischief laughing through:
“Why, you shall sit in Ramsay's place,
And, with his Gentle Shepherd, keep
On Yankee hills immortal sheep,
While love-lorn swains and maids the seas beyond
Hold dreamy tryst around your huckleberry-pond.”
The Traveller laughed: “Sir Galahad
Singing of love the Trouvere's lay!
How should he know the blindfold lad
From one of Vulcan's forge-boys? —” Nay,
He better sees who stands outside
Than they who in procession ride, “
The Reader answered:” selectmen and squire
Miss, while they make, the show that wayside folks admire.
“Here is a wild tale of the North,
Our travelled friend will own as one
Fit for a Norland Christmas hearth
And lips of Christian Andersen.
They tell it in the valleys green
Of the fair island he has seen,
Low lying off the pleasant Swedish shore,
Washed by the Baltic Sea, and watched by Elsinore.”
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