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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Exchange

We pledged our hearts, my love and I,
I in my arms the maiden clasping;
I could not tell the reason why,
But, O, I trembled like an aspen!
 
Her father’s love she bade me gain;
I went, and shook like any reed!
I strove to act the man—-in vain!
We had exchanged our hearts indeed.

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