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I met her in the quiet lane
One Sabbath morning early;
The sun was bright, although the rain
Still glittered on the barley.
The lark was singing to his mate,
The wild bells chimed their warning,
We paused awhile outside the gate;
We lingered till it was too late
To go to church that morning.
Again we met, the whispering leaves
Glanced nigh in light and shadow;
The reapers piled the yellow sheaves,
The bees hummed o'er the meadow.
The royal sun rose up in state,
Our marriage day adorning;
The bells rang out, wide stood the gate,
And neither of us was too late,
To go to church that morning.
