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"My lady sweet, arise!

My lady sweet, arise

With everything that pretty is,

My lady sweet, arise;

Arise, arise"

It wasThe pure, rich notes

floated in at my open lattice, and I heard the clatter of her

pail as she went to fetch water from the brook Wherefore I

presently stepped out into the sunshine, e my head and face into the brook, and

carry back the heavy bucket for her, as wasbucket, sure enough,

but no Charan

to sing again, and, guided by this, I espied her kneeling beside

the strea by ash and

alder and hose slender, curving branches for over to regard

herself in the placid water For a longher reflection intently in this crystaldied away Then she put up her

hands and began to rearrange her hair with swift, dexterous

fingers, apostrophizing her watery i positively apple-cheeked--I vow you

are! your ene--alack! And

then your complexion, my dear, your adorable complexion!" she