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Aline's choice.
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The one will rest in a silken tent
When the quarry has dropped, and the mort is played,
The other lies in a cleft of rock
     Under a hemlock's shade.

Rudolph will give me a palfrey white,
With silken saddle, and stirrup of gold,
Ludovic in his arms of steel
Has borne me far through the heat and cold.
The noble has promised a chain of gems,
Broidered kerchief, and mantle gay;
The peasant will shear me a fleece to spin
     A gown for my wedding day.

What should I do with jewels
On my neck that is brown with the sun and rain?
How should I fasten my long, loose hair
With a comb of pearl, or a golden chain?
I'll crown it fair with a myrtle wreath,
I'll gather it back with a riband gay,
And I'll wrap myself in my peasant's cloak
     To keep the cold away.