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One time I wooed a maid (dear is she yet! ) / All in the revel eye of young Love's moon. / Content she made me, -- ah, my dimpling mate, / My Springtime girl, who walked with flower-shoon! / But near me, nearer, steals a deep-eyed maid / With creeping glance that sees and will not see, / And blush that would those yea-sweet eyes upbraid, -- / O, might I woo her nor inconstant be! / But is not Autumn dreamtime of the Spring? / (Yon scarlet fruit-bell is a flower asleep; ) / And I am not forsworn if yet I keep / Dream-faith with Spring in Autumn's deeper kiss. / Then so, brown maiden, take this true-love ring, / And lay thy long, soft locks where my heart is.