No. 1.
O Reveal, thou fay-like stranger,
Why this lonely path you seek;
Every step is fraught with danger
Unto one so fair and meek.
Where are they that _should_ protect thee
In this darkling hour of doubt?
Love _could_ never thus neglect thee!--
_Does your mother know you're out?_
Why so pensive, Peri-maiden?
Pearly tears bedim thine eyes!
Sure thine heart is overladen,
When each breath is fraught with sighs.
Say, hath care life's heaven clouded,
Which hope's stars were wont to spangle?
What hath all thy gladness shrouded?--
_Has your mother sold her mangle?_
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