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THE LOVER'S QUARREL.
Between the hours we used to meet; but now with even flow
His sands might run, I would not try to shake them to and fro,
And his great Chariot-wheels for me might move on swift or slow.
His sands might run, I would not try to shake them to and fro,
And his great Chariot-wheels for me might move on swift or slow.
For all the days that used to shine in characters of light
Upon the Kalends of my life marked out in red and white,
Had faded, when their Saint no more would bless her Votary's sight;
Upon the Kalends of my life marked out in red and white,
Had faded, when their Saint no more would bless her Votary's sight;
And so I thought I will away, nor linger here alone,
To vex my heart out, like a ghost that makes an idle moan
About the place where joy was once and is for ever flown;
To vex my heart out, like a ghost that makes an idle moan
About the place where joy was once and is for ever flown;
Better to see her never more, than meet as now we meet,
Yet will I see her once again, I said; and strove to cheat,
To sternness and to pride my heart that told me it was sweet
Yet will I see her once again, I said; and strove to cheat,
To sternness and to pride my heart that told me it was sweet
To meet her even thus; I thought, some crowded scene were best,
