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poems.
But thou hast made thy choice, Maud Lee,
Between the palace and cot,
And thy gentle, graceful, girlish form
Is linked with every thought.
But you made your choice that day, Maud Lee,
In thy young and careless joy,
And I gaze on thy face to-night, Maud Lee,
But I gaze without alloy.
Between the palace and cot,
And thy gentle, graceful, girlish form
Is linked with every thought.
But you made your choice that day, Maud Lee,
In thy young and careless joy,
And I gaze on thy face to-night, Maud Lee,
But I gaze without alloy.
