DOLCE DOMUM
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up at Fawnie's window, when, in a tone deepened by melancholy, he sang the last verse:
"I like the farm well tilled,
And I like the house well filled,
But no wife at all—
Give me, give me."
The locust flowers fell about him; the lake lapped musically upon the shingle; a cockerel crowed feebly in the barn. Derek laid his head against the gray wall, and wept.
