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So many hopes in a wooing!—

Therein you could not deceive me;

The heart was here and the hope pursuing,

Knew that you loved, believe me.—

Bunched bells o' the blush pomegranate—to fix

At your throat; three drops of fire they are;

And the maiden moon and the maiden star

Sink silvery over yon meadow ricks.

Will you look?—till I hug your head back, so—

For I know it is "yes" though you whisper "no,"—

And my kisses, sweet, are six.