A WALL BETWEEN.
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They look through tears! I thank them that I heard.
"A charming chance," one lightly said;
The other's cheek burned red.
"A charming chance," one lightly said;
The other's cheek burned red.
The blush I could not see
I felt, like fire. Then they both laughed,—and this
Beside the dying. He, they said, would be
Handsome and lonely. Lonely? Will he miss
The flower they bury in my breast,
Up here with all the rest?
I felt, like fire. Then they both laughed,—and this
Beside the dying. He, they said, would be
Handsome and lonely. Lonely? Will he miss
The flower they bury in my breast,
Up here with all the rest?
Yes, we have many a year,
And then we have one hour—and he away!
Why, there was something only he should hear.
. . . He wore his cloak?—it is so cold for May.
———If he would come (the lamp looks dim),
I'd leave the world—to him.
And then we have one hour—and he away!
Why, there was something only he should hear.
. . . He wore his cloak?—it is so cold for May.
———If he would come (the lamp looks dim),
I'd leave the world—to him.
Then tell him, priest, if he———
Tell him, I pray you, this—ah, yet he said———
Then only tell him—nothing sweet for me.
Tell him I have not tasted once his bread
Since then. Tell him I die too proud
To take of him a shroud.
Tell him, I pray you, this—ah, yet he said———
Then only tell him—nothing sweet for me.
Tell him I have not tasted once his bread
Since then. Tell him I die too proud
To take of him a shroud.
