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And calmly turned thee homeward, uapursued By aught save Iond respect. Hast thou forgotten

 AGNES. No. But the rOsesl

 Well! To-day came With my kind kinsman to thy house. My Agnes, Thou hast been cOy-but 90 far only coy As maids may seem who love found hope Even in thy shyness, sweet! and when thy mother To our frank Profer yielded frank consent, flew to seek thee. AGNES. Wellfe

 LEWIS

 And found thee here Asleep; thy fair head, all for heat declined Toward one fair shoulder; thy small pretty feet Resting upon the silent wheel: the thread Llstlessy hanging from thy listless hands; And over all such softness, such repose, Such innocence, such beauty! In the easement jar of fresh flowers mixed their sweet breath With one far sweeter,--and leant behind thee, And stole- E AGNES.

 LEWIS.

 Aye; but not alone TL- roses. Tush that was an after thought,- A token. From those rosy lips stole A balmy-dost thou doubt me, Agnes? Say, Shall Irepeat the theft, and shew thee a AGNES. No! No, no.

 LEWIS. Well then, dest thou confess the pledge Is won?

 AGNES.

 Aye, aye, .a.s

 LEWIS. A

 And thou dost not repent thee Of that same forfeit play? Thou dost not wish The words unsaid!

 AGNES.

 No.

 LEWIS.

 Nor these token-fowers Unstolen

 g No, no.

 LEWIs

 Now blessings thee, love! My frank and noble love And triple blessings On that sweet theft of mine