Mine Enemy
"The coppersmith did me much evil."
TONK! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! From his retreat,
Unwearying through the noonday heat,
The Coppersmith maintains his song,
A constant cadence like a gong,
A changeless hard metallic beat.
Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!
I would that he and I might meet,
I think he would not then repeat
That one remark the whole day long—
Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!
To-day, I dreamt of you, my Sweet:
I sped to you on eager feet,
Forgotten pain, forgiven wrong,
Since Love was lord, enthroned and strong!
What woke me from that dear deceit?
Tonk! Tonk! Tonk! Tonk!
Shahjehanpore, N.W.P.
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