The Way of Wooing
A maiden sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
Yet nobody came to claim her
She sat like a beautiful picture there,
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A maiden sat at her window wide,
Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
Yet nobody came to claim her
She sat like a beautiful picture there,
I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind
Tennyson"What may I do to make you glad,
To make you glad and free,