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1820–1897

THE BRIDEGROOM TO HIS BRIDE.

Jean Ingelow

Fairest fair, best of good, Too high for hope that stood; White star of womanhood shining apart O my liege lady,

And O my one lady, And O my loved lady, come down to my heart. Reach me life's wine and gold, What is man's best all told,

If thou thyself withhold, sweet, from thy throne? O my liege lady, And O my loved lady, And O my heart's lady, come, reign there alone.

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