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Straight, but as lissome as a hazel wand;
Her eyes a bashful azure, and her hair
Divides threefold to show the fruit within.
'Sweet Katie, once I did her a good turn, Her and her far-off cousin and betrothed,
James Willows, of one name and heart with her.
Run, Katie!” Katie never ran: she moved To meet me, winding under woodbine bowers,
A little flutter'd, with her eyelids down,
Fresh apple-blossom, blushing for a boon.
• What was it? less of sentiment than sense
Had Katie; not illiterate; neither one
Who dabbling in the fount of fictive tears,
• She told me.
She and James had quarrell'd.
If James were coming. “Coming every day,"
But evermore her father came across
With some long-winded tale, and broke him short;
66 Would I—was it wrong? (Claspt hands and that petitionary grace Of sweet seventeen subdued me ere she spoke) “O would I take her father for one hour,
For one half-hour, and let him talk to me!”
And even while she spoke, I saw where James Made toward us, like a wader in the surf, Beyond the brook, waist-deep in meadow-sweet.
O Katie, what I suffer'd for your sake!
He praised his land, his horses, his machines ;
Then crost the common into Darnley chase
Then, seated on a serpent-rooted beech,
That was the four-year-old I sold the Squire.'
And how he sent the bailiff to the farm
To learn the price, and what the price he ask'd,
And how the bailiff swore that he was mad,
But he stood firm; and so the matter hung ;
gave them line : and how by chance at last (It might be May or April, he forgot, The last of April or the first of May) He found the bailiff riding by the farm, And, talking from the point, he drew him in, And there he mellow'd all his heart with ale, Until they closed a bargain, hand in hand.
· Then, while I breathed in sight of haven, he, Poor fellow, could he help it ? recommenced, And ran thro' all the coltish chronicle, Wild Will, Black Bess, Tantivy, Tallyho, Reform, White Rose, Bellerophon, the Jilt,