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Once, when the summer lay on the hilltops, / And the sunshine fell like a golden flame, / Out from the city's dust and turmoil / A gallant, fair-faced stranger came -- / Came to rest in our humble cottage / Till the winds of autumn should blow again, / To walk in the meadow and lie by the brooklet, / And woo back the strength, that the town had slain.
I was young, with the foolish heart of a maiden / That had never been wooed, and the stranger bland / Awoke that heart from its idle dreaming, / And swept the strings with a master-hand. / I remember the thrill, and the first wild tremor, / That stirred its depths with a sweet surprise, / When I glanced one day at the handsome stranger, / And caught the gaze of his deep, dark eyes.