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Lead her from the festive boards,
Lamps above, and laughs below --
Time to dance is not to woo --
Learn to win a lady99lib•nets faith
Fit for Yes or fit for No !
Love me sounded like a jest,
SHALL be Yes for evermore.
The Ladys Yes.
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Call me false, or call me free --
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Any grief for change on mine.
Nobly, as the thing is high ;
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Yet the sin is on us both --
By your truth she shall be true --
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Will not look the same by day.
When the tabors played their best,
Guard her, by your truthful words,
Wooer light makes fickle troth --
Ever true, as wives of yore -
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No man on your face shall see
And her Yes, once said to you,
Scorn of me recoils on you !
Vow, whatever light may shine,
Pure from courtships flatteries.
With a loyal gravity.