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A MAN'S WOOING.
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I go lonely, I go lonely, and I feel that earth is only
The vestibule of palaces whose courts we never win:
Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits, amaranths twining,
And I know the gates stand open, and I shall enter in.


A MAN'S WOOING.
YOU said, last night, you did not think
In all the world of men
Was one true lover—true alike
In deed and word and pen;—

One knightly lover, constant as
The old knights, who sleep sound:
Some women, said you, there might be—
Not one man faithful found:

Not one man, resolute to win,
Or, winning, firm to hold
The woman, among women—sought
With steadfast love and bold.