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A "MERCENARY" MARRIAGE.
A "MERCENARY" MARRIAGE.
HE moves as light across the grassAs moves my shadow large and tall;
And like my shadow, close yet free,
The thought of her aye follows me,
My little maid of Moreton Hall.
No matter how or where we loved,
Or when we 'll wed, or what befall;
I only feel she 's mine at last,
I only know I 'll hold her fast,
Though to dust crumbles Moreton Hall.
Or when we 'll wed, or what befall;
I only feel she 's mine at last,
I only know I 'll hold her fast,
Though to dust crumbles Moreton Hall.
Her pedigree—good sooth, 'tis long!
Her grim sires stare from every wall;
And centuries of ancestral grace
Revive in her sweet girlish face,
As meek she glides through Moreton Hall.
Her grim sires stare from every wall;
And centuries of ancestral grace
Revive in her sweet girlish face,
As meek she glides through Moreton Hall.
Whilst I have—nothing; save, perhaps,
Some worthless heaps of idle gold,
And a true heart—the which her eye
Through glittering dross spied, womanly,
Therefore they say her heart was sold!
Some worthless heaps of idle gold,
And a true heart—the which her eye
Through glittering dross spied, womanly,
Therefore they say her heart was sold!
