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LADY GERALDINE'S COURTSHIP.
And a kingly blood sends glances up her princely eye to trouble,
And the shadow of a monarch’s crown, is softened in her hair.
She has halls and she has castles, and the resonant steam-eagles
Follow far on the directing of her floating done-like hand——
With a thundrous vapour trailing, underneath the starry vigils,
So to mark upon the blasted heaven, the measure of her land.
There are none of England’s daughters, who can show a prouder presence;
Upon princely suitors suing, she has looked in her disdain:
She was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English peasants;
What was I that I should love her—save for feeling of the pain!
