Cheerful Voices: She moved through the fair

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine" And she stepped away from me and this she did say: It will not be long, love, till our wedding day." As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there And then she turned homeward with one star awake Like the swan in the evening moves...