The first time I saw her I knew she would be mine.
In thy youth thou were desirable. Eighteen summers had passed and no man had ringed thy finger. In grace and elegance did thou walk, thy shapely legs sheathed in fifteen denier.
A face of delicate carved bone china whose eyes were faintly visible through black latticed veil mysterious to view. Thy head crowned in black feathered hat. A waist, like that of a wasp pinched to show hip and breast . Admired by some while jealousy moved others to envy thee thy beauty. Thy beau, of short stature did amble, rather than walk at thy side. Would that gauntlet could be cast and challenge made to thy ungainly suitor for thy hand. Helen had her horse and one hundred men. one hundred horse's and ten thousand men would I send to obtain thee for myself. Ten thousand horns would sound, and the walls of thy aloofness would crumble. Oh Annie my Annie thou shalt be mine, and thy finger wilt be ringed
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