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Did I hear it half in a doze
Long since, I know not where ?
Did I dream it an hour ago,
When asleep in this arm-chair ?
Men were drinking together,
Drinking and talking of me; • Well, if it prove a girl, the boy
Will have plenty: so let it be.'
Is it an echo of something
Read with a boy's delight, Viziers nodding together
In some Arabian night?
Strange, that I hear two men,
Somewhere, talking of me; · Well, if it prove a girl, my boy
Will have plenty : so let it be.'
SHE came to the village church,
she lifted her eyes,
The snowy-banded, dilettante,
Delicate-handed priest intone;
I was walking a mile,
The sun look'd out with a smile
Betwixt the cloud and the moor,
And riding at set of day
Rapidly riding far away,
She waved to me with her hand.
There were two at her side,
Something flash'd in the sun, Down by the hill I saw them ride,
In a moment they were gone: