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facts in verse.
He, musing as his pathway led,
Met comrades from the field's late task:
A happy lover what can mask?
Not night or silence: greetings said,
Your Lilian, she is well? they ask.
Met comrades from the field's late task:
A happy lover what can mask?
Not night or silence: greetings said,
Your Lilian, she is well? they ask.
The calm, far starlight healing fell
On scarred trunk and broken ridge,
And seemed to give an answering pledge,
As he replied, My love is well,
We parted yonder at the bridge.
On scarred trunk and broken ridge,
And seemed to give an answering pledge,
As he replied, My love is well,
We parted yonder at the bridge.
Nor was he mindful of love's cheats,
Till they had passed, when, smiling gay,
He thought, In sooth, I did not say
Amiss;—love still is near—and meets
And parts, a thousand times a day.
Till they had passed, when, smiling gay,
He thought, In sooth, I did not say
Amiss;—love still is near—and meets
And parts, a thousand times a day.
So passed he homewards, weaving dear,
Soft dreams and hopes in garlands slight;—
Soft dreams and hopes in garlands slight;—
