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Beside a cottage door	A
Sang Ella at her wheel	B
Ruthven rode o'er the moor	C
Down at her feet to kneel	B
A spotted palfrey gay	D
Came ambling at his side	E
To bear the maid away	D
As his affianced bride	E
	-
A high born noble he	F
Of stately halls secure	C
A low born peasant she	F
Of parentage obscure	C
How soft the honeyed words	G
He breathes into her ears	H
The melody of birds	G
The music of the spheres	H
	-
With love her bosom swells	I
Which she would fain conceal	B
Her eyes like crystal wells	I
Its hidden depths reveal	B
While liquid diamonds drip	J
From feeling's fountain warm	K
Flutters her scarlet lip	J
A rose leaf in a storm	K
	-
As from an April sky	L
The rain clouds flit away	D
So from the maiden's eye	L
Vanished the falling spray	D
Which lingered but awhile	M
Her dimpled cheek upon	N
Then melted in her smile	M
Like vapor in the sun	O
	-
The maid is all his own	P
She trusts his plighted word	Q
And lightly on the roan	P
She springs beside her lord	R
She leaves her father's cot	S
She turns her from the door	A
That green and holy spot	S
Which she will see no more	A
	-
They hied to distant lands	T
That lord and peasant maid	U
The church ne'er joined their hands	T
For Ella was betrayed	U
Torn from her native bower	V
That modest rose of May	D
Drooped in his stately tower	V
And passed from earth away	D
	-
They laid her in the ground	W
And Ella was forgot	S
Dead was her father found	W
In his deserted cot	S
But Ruthven what of him	X
He ran the story o'er	V
And filling to the brim	X
He thought of it no more	A

George Pope Morris

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