Poems (Sherwin)/To Phœbe after a quarrel
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TO PHŒBE AFTER A QUARREL.
Oh, say wilt thou suffer me thus to depart,
With a spell on my spirit—a thorn in my heart?
Oh, think on the many bright hours we have pass'd,
And do not discard me, dear Phœbe, at last.
With a spell on my spirit—a thorn in my heart?
Oh, think on the many bright hours we have pass'd,
And do not discard me, dear Phœbe, at last.