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useth Fills the silence like a speech: While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooseth For her future, within reach. Little Ellie in her smile Chooseth--'I will have a lover, Riding on a steed of steeds! He shall love me without guile; And to _him_ I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds. 'And the steed it shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath, And the lute he plays upon Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death. 'And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind; And the hoofs along the sod Shall flash onward and keep measure, Till the shepherds look behind. 'He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover, Through the crowds that praise his deeds; And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto _him_ I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds.' Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily,-- Tied the bonnet, donn'd the shoe, And went homeward round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding by the stream, light-hearted, Where the osier pathway leads-- Past the boughs she stoops and stops: Lo! the wild swan had deserted, And a rat had gnaw'd the reeds. Ellie went home sad and slow. If she found the lover ever, With his red-roan steed of steeds, Sooth I know not! but I know She could never show him--never, That swan's nest among the reeds. _E. B. Browning_ CLXII _SONG_ I wander'd by the brook-side, I wander'd by the mill,-- I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still; There was no burr of grasshopper, Nor chirp of any bird; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm-tree, I watch'd the long, long shade. And as it grew still longer I did not feel afraid; For I listen'd for a foot-fall, I listen'd for a word,-- But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not,--no, he came not; The night came on alone;
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