The scene is a private library in late evening.
FRIEND
Tell the whole history which I crave
And I’ll go, secret as the grave.
HUSBAND
Neighbors, in woodland half-begirt
With ribbon of silver, mine and hers,
We walked like knowing foresters
Till I spoke rime, and she looked hurt.
Soon she was bride beneath my roof.
We walked like pilgrims by the stream,
The whiles I sang she took to dream,
My younger songster, still aloof.
Now we have spent sweet moon together,
But Lord! even we must disagree.
Shall not bold mariner rule the sea
Though sailing in the worst of weather?
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