VIII

Then in a voice I had never heard,

I had never heard,

My only Love to me: "One word,

My lady, if you please!

Whose is the child you are like to bear?--

_His?_ After all my months of care?"

God knows 'twas not! But, O despair!

I nodded--still to tease.

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