A LOVERS’ QUARREL.
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In the sun, with the flowers unnipped,—
Oh, the world's hangings ripped,
We were both in a bare-walled crypt!
Oh, the world's hangings ripped,
We were both in a bare-walled crypt!
21.
Each in the crypt would cry
"But one freezes here! and why?
When a heart, as chill,
At my own would thrill
Back to life, and its fires out-fly?
Heart, shall we live or die?
The rest, . . . settle by and by!"
Each in the crypt would cry
"But one freezes here! and why?
When a heart, as chill,
At my own would thrill
Back to life, and its fires out-fly?
Heart, shall we live or die?
The rest, . . . settle by and by!"
22.
So, she'd efface the score,
And forgive me as before.
Just at twelve o'clock
I shall hear her knock
So, she'd efface the score,
And forgive me as before.
Just at twelve o'clock
I shall hear her knock
