AFTER THE QUARREL.
Hush, my pretty one. Not yet.
Wait a little, only wait.
Other blue flowers are as wet
As your eyes, outside the gate
He has shut for ever.—But
Is the gate for ever shut?
Wait a little, only wait.
Other blue flowers are as wet
As your eyes, outside the gate
He has shut for ever.—But
Is the gate for ever shut?
Just a young man in the rain
Saying (the last time?) "good-night!"
Should he never come again
Would the world be ended quite?
Where would all these rosebuds go—
All these robins? Do you know?
Saying (the last time?) "good-night!"
Should he never come again
Would the world be ended quite?
Where would all these rosebuds go—
All these robins? Do you know?
But—he will not come? Why, then,
Is no other within call?
There are men, and men, and men—
And these men are brothers all!
Each sweet fault of his you'll find
Just as sweet in all his kind.
Is no other within call?
There are men, and men, and men—
And these men are brothers all!
Each sweet fault of his you'll find
Just as sweet in all his kind.
