BETROTHED

What fortune did my heart foretell?

What shook my spirit, as I woke,

Like the vibration of a bell

Of which I had not heard the stroke?

Was it some happy vision shut

From memory by the sun’s fresh ray?

Was it that linnet’s song; or but

A natural gratitude for day?

Or the mere joy the senses weave,

A wayward ecstasy of life?

Then I remember’d, yester-eve

I won Honoria for my Wife.

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