Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)
“Too Low and Yet Too High”
HE came in velvet and in gold; He wooed her with a careless grace; A confidence too rashly bold Breathed in his language and his face. While she--a simple maid--replied: "No more of love 'twixt thee and me! These tricks of passion I deride, Nor trust thy boasted verity. Thy suit, with artful smile and sigh, Resign, resign: No mate am I for thee or thine, Being too low, and yet too high!" His spirit changed; his heart grew warm With genuine passion; morn by morn More perfect seemed the virgin charm That crowned her 'mid the ripening corn. And now he wooed with fervent mien, With soul intense, and words of fire, But reverence-fraught, as if a queen Were hearkening to his heart's desire. She brightly blushed, she gently sighed, Yet still the village maid replied (Though in sad accents, wearily): "Thy suit resign, Resign, resign! Lord Hugh, I never can be thine. Too low am I, and yet too high!"
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