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"No more thou com’st with lover's speed,
Thy once-beloved bride to see; But be she 'live or be she dead,
I fear, stern Earl, 's the same to thee.
“Not so the usage I received,
When happy in iny father's hall;
No chilling fears did me appal.
“ I rose ap with the cheerful morn,
No lark more blythe, no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn,
So merrily sung the livelong day.
“ If that my beauty is but small,
Amongst court-ladies all despised Why didst thou rend it from that hall,
Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized ?
And when you first to me made suit,
How fair I was, you oft would say;
Then left the blossom to decay.
“Yes, now neglected and despised,
The rose is pale, the lily's dead;
Is, sure, the cause those charms are fled.
"For know, when siek'ning grief doth prey,
And tender love's repail with scorn, The sweetest beauty will decay,
What floweret can endure the storm ?
“At court, I'm told, is beauty's throne,
Where every lady's passing rare, -That eastern flowers, that shame the sun,
Are not so glowing, not so fair:
“Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds
Where roses and where lilies vie,
Must sicken when those gaudes are by ?
'Mong rural beauties I was one ;
Among the fields wild-flowers are fair : Some country swain might me have won,
And thought my beauty passing rare.
· But, Leicester-or I much am wrong,
Or 'tis not beauty lures thy vows; Rather ambition's gilded crown
Makes thee forget thy humble spouse.
“ Then, Leicester, why, again I plead
(The injured surely may repine) Why didst thou wed a country maid,
When some fair princess might be thine ?
“Why didst thou praise my humble charms,
And, oh! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms,
Then leave me mourn the livelong day?
* The village-maidens of the plain
Salute me lowly as I go;
Nor think a Countess can have woe.