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Emotion.
They met me at the train when I
From New York came, directed
To see and stroll about with "braves"
Of manhood unsuspected!
On balmy eves we stalked dark lanes,
No other person near us;
No other's eye upon us gazed,
No other's ear could hear us.
What gallant, passionate lovers they!
Considerate of my pleasure!
Uplifting to the highest bliss
That Eve on earth can measure!
Returning to the porte cochere
Of that selfsame old station,
We lingered, till the whistle blew,
In blissful conversation.
"Old Porte Cochere, with Memories Dear Thou Teemest!"
