Poems (Bell)/Fate

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FATE.
I wandered by the river brink,
 I met a maiden fair and sweet;
I sat me on the bank to think,
 Then, I thought, I would her greet:
I spoke! said I: "O maiden fair,
 Whence comest thou, O maid most dear?"
She pushed aside her wavy hair,
 Quoth she: "I come when none are near."
Said I: "O tell me lovely mate
 Thy name, I do not know it yet."
Then found I had been courting Fate,
 When her answer came—it was "Kismet."

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