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Si J'Etais Roi.
SI J'ETAIS ROI .
Farewell ' . farewell , fair Gexaldine _ I heed not what you say , The frown upon that lofty brow Fills me with no dismay ; But singing through the orchard crofts , I take my cheerful way . It is not that I love thee less
, Or that thou art less dear , Th y cheeks no rosy hue have lost , Thine eyes as bright appear : But scorn is cold , and anger vain , And Love stoops not to fear . Lovo over was a rover , yet He seeketh heart's content ;
Disdain and slights , or courtly gests , On him are idly bent ; The yoke he bears is li g ht and free , Though still for service meant . True tribute have I paid to thee , And pledg'd thee as mine own ; The gentle light o ' er all my life , Whose lustre ever shone , When earth was dim , and all her stars Quench'd utterly and gone .
I free thee from thy vows , and swear Beside this crystal stream , By every flower , whose fragrant breath TJnlocks Hope ' s golden dream , That thou for matchless beauty art A queen for poet ' s theme . And if I were , on lordly throne ,
A monarch fam'd and great , With courtesies , and sovereign smiles , For those who watch and wait , No other queen than thou shouldst be The partner of my state . But not for me , —my lowly path Is by no mountain side ;
I wander in no palace halls , Where lords and ladies glide : Hind faces greet me where I move , And loving hearts confide . So fare thee well , for aye and aye , Exultant Geraldine ! And wherosoe ' er th y lot be cast , fife be thine
A happy : If I were king , perchance thou wouldst More graciously incline . W . BBAILSFOBD .
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Si J'Etais Roi.
SI J'ETAIS ROI .
Farewell ' . farewell , fair Gexaldine _ I heed not what you say , The frown upon that lofty brow Fills me with no dismay ; But singing through the orchard crofts , I take my cheerful way . It is not that I love thee less
, Or that thou art less dear , Th y cheeks no rosy hue have lost , Thine eyes as bright appear : But scorn is cold , and anger vain , And Love stoops not to fear . Lovo over was a rover , yet He seeketh heart's content ;
Disdain and slights , or courtly gests , On him are idly bent ; The yoke he bears is li g ht and free , Though still for service meant . True tribute have I paid to thee , And pledg'd thee as mine own ; The gentle light o ' er all my life , Whose lustre ever shone , When earth was dim , and all her stars Quench'd utterly and gone .
I free thee from thy vows , and swear Beside this crystal stream , By every flower , whose fragrant breath TJnlocks Hope ' s golden dream , That thou for matchless beauty art A queen for poet ' s theme . And if I were , on lordly throne ,
A monarch fam'd and great , With courtesies , and sovereign smiles , For those who watch and wait , No other queen than thou shouldst be The partner of my state . But not for me , —my lowly path Is by no mountain side ;
I wander in no palace halls , Where lords and ladies glide : Hind faces greet me where I move , And loving hearts confide . So fare thee well , for aye and aye , Exultant Geraldine ! And wherosoe ' er th y lot be cast , fife be thine
A happy : If I were king , perchance thou wouldst More graciously incline . W . BBAILSFOBD .