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THE DAUGHTER OF THE HALL.
But from her lofty place of pride, could that high dame have guessed
The thought that woke, ah, woe betide! in one poor scholar's breast;
That I should dare to look at you! yes, it was boldly done,
The Daughter of the wealthy squire! the vicar's youngest son!
The thought that woke, ah, woe betide! in one poor scholar's breast;
That I should dare to look at you! yes, it was boldly done,
The Daughter of the wealthy squire! the vicar's youngest son!
The next time that I saw your face was at the county ball,
There with our County member's son you led off first of all;
Low in the country dance I stood, yet to my ears since then.
There has been music in the sound of "cross hands, back again!"
There with our County member's son you led off first of all;
Low in the country dance I stood, yet to my ears since then.
There has been music in the sound of "cross hands, back again!"
Yes, you were fair! your sunny hair, I think I see it now,
Rolled back in many a shining curl high from your open brow;
No step so light, no smile so bright, as yours within the ball,
Yet with an air that might declare, the lady of the Hall.
Rolled back in many a shining curl high from your open brow;
No step so light, no smile so bright, as yours within the ball,
Yet with an air that might declare, the lady of the Hall.
And I went home to dream that night of many a splendid scene.
But through them all, one form, one face shone forth, my fancy's Queen;
But through them all, one form, one face shone forth, my fancy's Queen;
