"Fair dreams are these," the maiden cried
-Light was her accent, yet she sighed-
"Yet is this mossy rock to me
Worth splendid chair and canopy;
205 Nor would my footsteps spring more gay
In courtly dance than blithe strathspey,note
Nor half so pleased mine ear incline
To royal minstrel's lay as thine.
And then for suitors pr
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