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Why does he come to me, / With his deep, impassioned eyes, / Stealing my soul from me? / Surely a high emprise / For such an one as he / To smile an hour on me-- / To win a worthless prize, / Would he might let me be! / Proud am I--proud as he / For my name as his is old-- / What should he say to me? / I have neither lands nor gold. / Ah, a merry jest 'twill be / To win my heart from me-- / (The tale will be soon told!) / Would he might let me be!