In this green hill to dwell,' 

and these hasty nuptials are a fittingly romantic ending to the
summer's poetry.  I am in a mood, were it necessary, to be `ta'en by
the milk-white hand,' lifted to a pillion on a coal-black charger,
and spirited `o'er the border an' awa'' by my dear Jock o'
Hazeldean.  Unhappily, all is quite regular and aboveboard; no `lord
o' Langley dale' contests the prize with the bridegroom, but the
marriage is at least unique and unconventional; no one can rob me of
that sweet consolation. 

So `gallop down the westlin skies,' dear Sun, but, prythee, gallop
back to-morrow! `Gang soon to bed,' an you will, but rise again
betimes! Give me Queen's weather, dear Sun, and shine a benison
upon my wedding-morn! 

[Exit Penelope into the ballad-land of maiden dreams.] 

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