Dame Margaret.
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The page holds slack the silken leash,
The steed that checks his light curvette
Bears hotly on the golden bit,
Dame Margaret!
The steed that checks his light curvette
Bears hotly on the golden bit,
Dame Margaret!
Ride forth, nor read the heart would lose
Life, sense, and soul, all these save love,
To be the breeze your ringlets kiss,
The hawk upon your glove;
Ride forth your bonny earl beside,
Nor deign to think how once ye met
At morning's blush a lowlier love,
Dame Margaret!
Life, sense, and soul, all these save love,
To be the breeze your ringlets kiss,
The hawk upon your glove;
Ride forth your bonny earl beside,
Nor deign to think how once ye met
At morning's blush a lowlier love,
Dame Margaret!
