The poem Marnen proposed with
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collwenMy Lady, some four years ago, At feast of Barleycorn we met,
Altho' what would transpire therefrom None could foretell as yet.
But ere the year had scarce gone round, A suitor came to pay you court.
I was that suitor, come to earn A place within your heart.
'Twas on a long midwinter's night Your heart by mine at last was won,
And thus did rise into my heav'ns A new and radiant sun.
Still shines that sun, and still am I Far happier than I knew could be.
My Lady, hear my question then: Say, will you marry me?
Altho' what would transpire therefrom None could foretell as yet.
But ere the year had scarce gone round, A suitor came to pay you court.
I was that suitor, come to earn A place within your heart.
'Twas on a long midwinter's night Your heart by mine at last was won,
And thus did rise into my heav'ns A new and radiant sun.
Still shines that sun, and still am I Far happier than I knew could be.
My Lady, hear my question then: Say, will you marry me?
