THE LOVE QUARREL
Nay, I'm sure you've not forgotten, though you fain would have it so;
I know you've not forgotten: shall I tell you why I know?
For all Maud lingers at your side, and Blanche is bending low,
To listen to your whispers, till her breath is on your brow,
For all you smile when Lilia smiles, your smiling mocks at glee,
And by that token, I believe, you're thinking now of me.
I know you've not forgotten: shall I tell you why I know?
For all Maud lingers at your side, and Blanche is bending low,
To listen to your whispers, till her breath is on your brow,
For all you smile when Lilia smiles, your smiling mocks at glee,
And by that token, I believe, you're thinking now of me.
