Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
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Chapter 8 No.8

Geordie, Geordie, I count you true,

Though language sweet I have none for you.

Nay, but take me home to the churning mill

When cherry boughs white on yon mounting hill

Hang over the tufts o' the daffodil.

For what's to be done-what's to be done?

Of three that woo I must e'en take one,

Or there's no sense in it under the sun,

And

What's to be done-what's to be done?

            
            

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