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Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid! " / Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):
"O king of realms of endless joy, / My own, my golden grocer's boy,
I am a princess forced to dwell / Within a lonely kitchen cell,
While you go dashing through the land / With loveliness on every hand.
Your whistle strikes my eager ears / Like music of the choiring spheres.
The mighty earth grows faint and reels / Beneath your thundering wagon wheels.
How keenly, perilously sweet / To cling upon that swaying seat!
How happy she who by your side / May share the splendours of that ride!
Ah, if you will not take my hand / And bear me off across the land,
Then, traveller from Arcady, / Remain awhile and comfort me.
What other maiden can you find / So young and delicate and kind?"
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid! " / Her soul spoke thus (I know it did).