He kissed her in those woodland haunts, and she

He kissed her in those woodland haunts, and she
Clung to his lip with that which love resembled.
O the sweet hours they spent beside the sea!
O on his breast how the sweet lady trembled
With love's divine delirium! Can it be
That she, so stately and so calm, dissembled?
" No," thought young Rupert — yet the diamond ring
Shone on his finger, an unaltered thing.
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