<h2><SPAN name="Romance" id="Romance"></SPAN>THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST</h2>
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<span>Little Ellie sits alone<br/></span>
<span class="i1">'Mid the beeches of a meadow,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">By a stream-side on the grass,<br/></span>
<span>And the trees are showering down<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Doubles of their leaves in shadow,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">On her shining hair and face.<br/></span></div>
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<span>She has thrown her bonnet by,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And her feet she has been dipping<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In the shallow water's flow.<br/></span>
<span>Now she holds them nakedly<br/></span>
<span class="i1">In her hands, all sleek and dripping,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">While she rocketh to and fro.<br/></span></div>
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<span>Little Ellie sits alone,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And the smile she softly uses,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Fills the silence like a speech,<br/></span>
<span>While she thinks what shall be done,—<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And the sweetest pleasure chooses<br/></span>
<span class="i2">For her future within reach.<br/></span></div>
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<span>Little Ellie in her smile<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Chooses ... "I will have a lover,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Riding on a steed of steeds!<br/></span>
<span>He shall love me without guile,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And to <em>him</em> I will discover<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The swan's nest among the reeds.<br/></span></div>
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<span>"And the steed shall be red-roan,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And the lover shall be noble,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With an eye that takes the breath.<br/></span>
<span>And the lute he plays upon,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Shall strike ladies into trouble,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As his sword strikes men to death.<br/></span></div>
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<span>"And the steed it shall be shod<br/></span>
<span class="i1">All in silver, housed in azure;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the mane shall swim the wind;<br/></span>
<span>And the hoofs along the sod<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Shall flash onward and keep measure,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Till the shepherds look behind.<br/></span></div>
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<span>"But my lover will not prize<br/></span>
<span class="i1">All the glory that he rides in,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When he gazes in my face.<br/></span>
<span>He will say: 'O Love, thine eyes<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Build the shrine my soul abides in,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And I kneel here for thy grace.'<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span>"Then, ay, then—he shall kneel low,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">With the red-roan steed anear him<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Which shall seem to understand—<br/></span>
<span>Till I answer: 'Rise and go!'<br/></span>
<span class="i1">For the world must love and fear him<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Whom I gift with heart and hand.<br/></span></div>
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<span>"Then he will arise so pale,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">I shall feel my own lips tremble<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With a <em>yes</em> I must not say,<br/></span>
<span>Nathless maiden-brave, 'Farewell,'<br/></span>
<span class="i1">I will utter, and dissemble—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">'Light to-morrow with to-day.'<br/></span></div>
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<span>"Then he'll ride among the hills<br/></span>
<span class="i1">To the wide world past the river,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">There to put away all wrong;<br/></span>
<span>To make straight distorted wills,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And to empty the broad quiver<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Which the wicked bear along.<br/></span></div>
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<span>"Three times shall a young foot-page<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Swim the stream and climb the mountain<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And kneel down beside my feet—<br/></span>
<span>'Lo, my master sends this gage,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Lady, for thy pity's counting!<br/></span>
<span class="i2">What wilt thou exchange for it?'<br/></span></div>
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<span>"And the first time, I will send<br/></span>
<span class="i1">A white rosebud for a guerdon,—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the second time, a glove;<br/></span>
<span>But the third time—I may bend<br/></span>
<span class="i1">From my pride, and answer: 'Pardon,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">If he comes to take my love.'<br/></span></div>
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<span>"Then the young foot-page will run—<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Then my lover will ride faster,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Till he kneeleth at my knee:<br/></span>
<span>'I am a duke's eldest son!<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Thousand serfs do call me master,—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But, O Love, I love but <em>thee!</em>'<br/></span></div>
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<span>"He will kiss me on the mouth<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Then, and lead me as a lover<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Through the crowds that praise his deeds:<br/></span>
<span>And, when soul-tied by one troth,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Unto <em>him</em> I will discover<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That swan's nest among the reeds."<br/></span></div>
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<span>Little Ellie, with her smile<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Not yet ended, rose up gaily,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe,<br/></span>
<span>And went homeward, round a mile,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Just to see, as she did daily,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">What more eggs were with the two.<br/></span></div>
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<span>Pushing through the elm tree copse,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Winding up the stream, light-hearted,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where the osier pathway leads—<br/></span>
<span>Past the boughs she stoops—and stops.<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Lo, the wild swan had deserted,—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And a rat had gnawed the reeds.<br/></span></div>
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<span>Ellie went home sad and slow.<br/></span>
<span class="i1">If she found the lover ever,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With his red-roan steed of steeds,<br/></span>
<span>Sooth I know not! but I know<br/></span>
<span class="i1">She could never show him—never,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That swan's nest among the reeds.<br/></span></div>
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<p class="citation"><span class="smcap">E. B. Browning</span></p>
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