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A poet's love.
ALINE'S CHOICE.
Rudolph is a baron,
He dreams till noon on a pillow fine;
From the dusk of eve to the dusk of dawn,
Drinking deep of the amber wine.
But Ludovic, the peasant,
Lies like a deer in the dewy brake;
With his broad palm for a drinking cup,
Stoops to a breezy lake.
He dreams till noon on a pillow fine;
From the dusk of eve to the dusk of dawn,
Drinking deep of the amber wine.
But Ludovic, the peasant,
Lies like a deer in the dewy brake;
With his broad palm for a drinking cup,
Stoops to a breezy lake.
Rudolph rides to the knightly chase
With hawk, and pack, and a mounted train;
Ludovic, with a single hound,
Wanders afoot o'er the windy plain.
With hawk, and pack, and a mounted train;
Ludovic, with a single hound,
Wanders afoot o'er the windy plain.
