The roguish ways and sayings quaint,
That point my darling's loveliness :
The gentle rustle of her dress,
The distant echo of her tread,
The wayward turning of her head;
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Her voice, as low and musical
As far-off water's murmurous call;
Her laughter, dainty as the breeze
That ripples through the tops of trees;
Her manifold enchanting wiles,
Of forced frowns and sunny smiles,
Do each some added charm impart,
And faster bind my captive heart.
Sometimes I fancy that I dwell
"With her my soul adores so well,
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Appleton Chapel.
