Felix Holt, The Radical - from Chapter 1
He left me when the down upon his lip
Lay like the shadow of a hovering kiss.
" Beautiful mother, do not grieve, " he said;
" I will be great, and build our fortunes high,
And you shall wear the longest train at court,
And look so queenly, all the lords shall say,
" She is a royal changeling: there's some crown
Lacks the right head, since hers wears nought but braids." "
O, he is coming now — but I am grey:
Lay like the shadow of a hovering kiss.
" Beautiful mother, do not grieve, " he said;
" I will be great, and build our fortunes high,
And you shall wear the longest train at court,
And look so queenly, all the lords shall say,
" She is a royal changeling: there's some crown
Lacks the right head, since hers wears nought but braids." "
O, he is coming now — but I am grey:
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