Page:The collected poems, lyrical and narrative, of A. Mary F. Robinson.djvu/299

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Rosamunda

(after a piedmontese ballad)

"Ah, love me, Rosamunda,
Now love me or I die!"
—"Alas, how shall I love thee?
A wedded wife am I."

—"And wilt thou, Rosamunda,
We put the man away?"
—"Alas, how should we do it?"
—"To-day or any day!

"Within thy mother's garden
An asp is in the vine :
Go, bray it in a mortar
And put it in his wine."
**** —"Ho, wife! Ho, Rosamunda!
Where art thou, low or high?
For I am home from hunting
And sore athirst am I."

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