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Yvonne Of Brittany

 In your mother's apple-orchard,
Just a year ago, last spring:
Do you remember, Yvonne!
The dear trees lavishing
Rain of their starry blossoms
To make you a coronet?
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
As I remember yet?

In your mother's apple-orchard,
When the world was left behind:
You were shy, so shy, Yvonne!
But your eyes were calm and kind.
We spoke of the apple harvest, When the cider press is set, And such-like trifles, Yvonne, That doubtless you forget.
In the still, soft Breton twilight, We were silent; words were few, Till your mother came out chiding, For the grass was bright with dew: But I know your heart was beating, Like a fluttered, frightened dove.
Do you ever remember, Yvonne, That first faint flush of love? In the fulness of midsummer, When the apple-bloom was shed, Oh, brave was your surrender, Though shy the words you said.
I was glad, so glad, Yvonne! To have led you home at last; Do you ever remember, Yvonne, How swiftly the days passed? In your mother's apple-orchard It is grown too dark to stray, There is none to chide you, Yvonne! You are over far away.
There is dew on your grave grass, Yvonne! But your feet it shall not wet: No, you never remember, Yvonne! And I shall soon forget.

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