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Years years ago ere yet my dreams	A
Had been of being wise and witty	B
Ere I had done with writing themes	A
Or yawn'd o'er this infernal Chitty	B
Years years ago while all my joy	C
Was in my fowling piece and filly	B
In short while I was yet a boy	C
I fell in love with Laura Lily	B
	-
I saw her at the county ball	D
There when the sounds of flute and fiddle	E
Gave signal sweet in that old hall	D
Of hands across and down the middle	E
Hers was the subtlest spell by far	F
Of all that set young hearts romancing	G
She was our queen our rose our star	F
And when she danced O Heaven her dancing	G
	-
Dark was her hair her hand was white	H
Her voice was exquisitely tender	I
Her eyes were full of liquid light	H
I never saw a waist so slender	I
Her every look her every smile	J
Shot right and left a score of arrows	K
I thought 'twas Venus from her isle	J
And wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows	K
	-
She talk'd of politics or prayers	L
Of Southey's prose or Wordsworth's sonnets	M
Of daggers or of dancing bears	L
Of battles or the last new bonnets	L
By candle light at twelve o'clock	N
To me it matter'd not a tittle	E
If those bright lips had quoted Locke	N
I might have thought they murmur'd Little	E
	-
Through sunny May through sultry June	O
I loved her with a love eternal	E
I spoke her praises to the moon	O
I wrote them for the Sunday Journal	E
My mother laugh'd I soon found out	P
That ancient ladies have no feeling	G
My father frown'd but how should gout	P
See any happiness in kneeling	G
	-
She was the daughter of a Dean	Q
Rich fat and rather apoplectic	R
She had one brother just thirteen	Q
Whose color was extremely hectic	R
Her grandmother for many a year	S
Had fed the parish with her bounty	B
Her second cousin was a peer	S
And lord lieutenant of the county	B
	-
But titles and the three per cents	L
And mortgages and great relations	L
And India bonds and tithes and rents	L
Oh what are they to love's sensations	L
Black eyes fair forehead clustering locks	L
Such wealth such honors Cupid chooses	L
He cares as little for the stocks	L
As Baron Rothschild for the Muses	L
	-
She sketch'd the vale the wood the beach	T
Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading	G
She botanized I envied each	T
Young blossom in her boudoir fading	G
She warbled Handel it was grand	U
She made the Catalani jealous	L
She touch'd the organ I could stand	U
For hours and hours to blow the bellows	L
	-
She kept an album too at home	V
Well fill'd with all an album's glories	L
Paintings of butterflies and Rome	V
Patterns for trimming Persian stories	L
Soft songs to Julia's cockatoo	W
Fierce odes to Famine and to Slaughter	I
And autographs of Prince Leboo	C
And recipes for elder water	I
	-
And she was flatter'd worshipp'd bored	X
Her steps were watch'd her dress was noted	Y
Her poodle dog was quite adored	X
Her sayings were extremely quoted	Z
She laugh'd and every heart was glad	A2
As if the taxes were abolish'd	B2
She frown'd and every look was sad	A2
As if the Opera were demolished	B2
	-
She smil'd on many just for fun	C2
I knew that there was nothing in it	D2
I was the first the only one	C2
Her heart had thought of for a minute	E2
I knew it for she told me so	L
In phrase which was divinely moulded	E2
She wrote a charming hand and oh	L
How sweetly all her notes were folded	E2
	-
Our love was like most other loves	L
A little glow a little shiver	I
A rosebud and a pair of gloves	L
And Fly Not Yet upon the river	I
Some jealousy of some one's heir	F2
Some hopes of dying broken hearted	E2
A miniature a lock of hair	F2
The usual vows and then we parted	E2
	-
We parted months and years roll'd by	C
We met again four summers after	I
Our parting was all sob and sigh	C
Our meeting was all mirth and laughter	I
For in my heart's most secret cell	G2
There had been many other lodgers	L
And she was not the ballroom belle	G2
But only Mrs Something Rogers	L

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