A LOVERS’ QUARREL.
17
See the eye, by a fly's-foot blurred—
Ear, when a straw is heard
Scratch the brain's coat of curd!
Ear, when a straw is heard
Scratch the brain's coat of curd!
17.
Foul be the world or fair,
More or less, how can I care?
'Tis the world the same
For my praise or blame,
And endurance is easy there.
Wrong in the one thing rare—
Oh, it is hard to bear!
Foul be the world or fair,
More or less, how can I care?
'Tis the world the same
For my praise or blame,
And endurance is easy there.
Wrong in the one thing rare—
Oh, it is hard to bear!
18.
Here's the spring back or close,
When the almond-blossom blows;
We shall have the word
In a minor third
Here's the spring back or close,
When the almond-blossom blows;
We shall have the word
In a minor third
