THE CONFESSION OF MY NEIGHBOUR.[AFTER SHE HAD BEEN FORTUNATE.]
Yes, this is what my neighbour said that night,
In the still shadow of her stately house,
(Fortune came to her when her head was white,)
What time dark leaves were weird in withering boughs,
And each late rose sighed with its latest breath,
"This sweet world is too sweet to end in death."
In the still shadow of her stately house,
(Fortune came to her when her head was white,)
What time dark leaves were weird in withering boughs,
And each late rose sighed with its latest breath,
"This sweet world is too sweet to end in death."
But this is what my neighbour said to me:
"I grieved my youth away for that or this.
I had upon my hand the ring you see,
With pretty babies in my arms to kiss,
And one man said I had the sweetest eyes,
He was quite sure, this side of Paradise.
"I grieved my youth away for that or this.
I had upon my hand the ring you see,
With pretty babies in my arms to kiss,
And one man said I had the sweetest eyes,
He was quite sure, this side of Paradise.
"But then our crowded cottage was so small,
And spacious grounds would blossom full insight;
Then one would fret me with an India shawl,
And one flash by me in a diamond's light;
And one would show me wealth of precious lace,
And one look coldly from her painted face.
And spacious grounds would blossom full insight;
Then one would fret me with an India shawl,
And one flash by me in a diamond's light;
And one would show me wealth of precious lace,
And one look coldly from her painted face.
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