< Hand in Hand
A GIRL'S THOUGHT
I THOUGHT we had a lifetime at the least
To spend together:
And so I sat me laughing at my feast
While my Love faced bad weather.
There would be time to recompense all sorrow,
He should be sad to-day, and glad tomorrow;
So he set forth, unkissed, upon his way,
And he died, yesterday.
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