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TRADITION OF CONQUEST.
I think she longed to have him blame,
And soothe him with imperious tears:—
As if her beauty were the same,
He praised her through his courteous years.
And soothe him with imperious tears:—
As if her beauty were the same,
He praised her through his courteous years.
But, when the soldier's arm was dust,
Among the dead man's treasures, where
He laid it as from moth and rust,
They found his wayward wife's sweet hair.
Among the dead man's treasures, where
He laid it as from moth and rust,
They found his wayward wife's sweet hair.
