LONG ago, on a bright spring day,
I passed a little child at play;
And as I passed, in childish glee
She called to me, â??Come and play with me!â? ...
This is what I vow;
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep,
All the years, as now.
Swift the measured sands may run;
Love like this is never done;
He and I are welded one:
This is what I vow.
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