A MEDLEY.
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And so they are,—very like men indeed—
And closeted with her for hours. Aha!"
Then came these dreadful words out one by one,
"Why—these—are—men:" I shudder'd: "and you know it."
"O ask me nothing," I said: "And she knows too,
And she conceals it." So my mother clutch'd
The truth at once, but with no word from me;
And now thus early risen she goes to inform
The Princess: Lady Psyche will be crush'd;
But you may yet be saved, and therefore fly:
But heal me with your pardon ere you go.'
And closeted with her for hours. Aha!"
Then came these dreadful words out one by one,
"Why—these—are—men:" I shudder'd: "and you know it."
"O ask me nothing," I said: "And she knows too,
And she conceals it." So my mother clutch'd
The truth at once, but with no word from me;
And now thus early risen she goes to inform
The Princess: Lady Psyche will be crush'd;
But you may yet be saved, and therefore fly:
But heal me with your pardon ere you go.'
'What pardon, sweet Melissa, for a blush?'
Said Cyril; 'Pale one, blush again: than wear
Those lilies, better blush our lives away.
Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven'
He added, 'lest some classic Angel speak
In scorn of us, "they mounted, Ganymedes,
To tumble, Vulcans, on the second morn."
Said Cyril; 'Pale one, blush again: than wear
Those lilies, better blush our lives away.
Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven'
He added, 'lest some classic Angel speak
In scorn of us, "they mounted, Ganymedes,
To tumble, Vulcans, on the second morn."
