: Shall I teil you a tale that was loM to rae SVLon ti k roaos blcvv crimson red, I And the white laden boughs of the hawthorn t roe Sifted bloesonu apon my hèad? : In the dusk and the hush of the twilight gray We wandprud, my lover and I, Till we carne to the tree, wilh ts breath of May, And lingered its eool shade by. "Ií a love ij-t bas lived since the yeara were ours Were to como to you now," said he, "And lead you away from your childhood'a bowers, Would you fear to trust it with me? For I count you a wonian above those gems That circle your neck with their glow; And becauso your true worth their light overwhelms, I must ever be telling you so. "WTien I catch a warm gleam from your soft brown oye, It holds me more closely than they; For I know that your price above theni is high. As t)io words of the Good Book say. Ther. tlarth tlirough the darkuess and sunlight of life, E'cu more than those jewels to me, Jïo uainc is more valued thau that of 'a vvife,' " And I -bisperel "yes," under the tree.