The love quarrel.
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And we 'll marvel in our summer love, why thus with cold delay
We kept the sunshine from Our lips when our hearts were warm as May.
Yet give your pride free rein the while, all wilful though it be,
For I'd rather ten times bend to you than you should bend to me.
We kept the sunshine from Our lips when our hearts were warm as May.
Yet give your pride free rein the while, all wilful though it be,
For I'd rather ten times bend to you than you should bend to me.
Though Maud still kneels beside you, with her white hands glancing where
The cushion's silken tassels swing beneath your floating hair,
And though Blanche is bending lower, while with smiling, upturned eyes
You have wooed her head still nearer by your indistinct replies,
I can look the while securely, I can smile the while to know
That you have not yet forgotten, though you fain would make it so.
The cushion's silken tassels swing beneath your floating hair,
And though Blanche is bending lower, while with smiling, upturned eyes
You have wooed her head still nearer by your indistinct replies,
I can look the while securely, I can smile the while to know
That you have not yet forgotten, though you fain would make it so.
