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But in her voiceher mannerand her glance Convey that mystic somethingundefined Which men fail not to understand and read Andwhen not blind with egoismheed. My task was harder--'twas the slow undoing Of long sweet months of unimpeded wooing. It was to hide and cover and conceal The truthassuming what I did not feel. It was to dam love's happy singing tide 35 That blessed me with its hopefultuneful tone By feigned indiff'rencetill it turned aside And changed its channelleaving me alone To walk parched plainsand thirst for that sweet draught My lips had tastedbut another quaffed. It could be donefor no words yet were spoken - None to recall--no pledges to be broken. He will be grievedthen angrycoldthen cross I reasoned socalledafterthepeaceofTrevisalouis vuitton men On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published aaaadiev, thinking what would be his part In this strange drama. Thenbecause he Feels something lackingto make good his loss He'll turn to Helenand her gentle grace And loving acts will win her soon the place I hold to-day; and like a troubled dream At lengthour pastwhen he looks backwill seem. That evening passed with musicchatand song But hours that once had flown on airy wings Now limped on wearyaching limbs along Each |
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