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But in her voiceher mannerand her glance
Convey that mystic somethingundefined
Which men fail not to understand and read
Andwhen not blind with egoismheed.
My task was harder--'twas the slow undoing
Of long sweet months of unimpeded wooing.
It was to hide and cover and conceal
The truthassuming what I did not feel.
It was to dam love's happy singing tide
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That blessed me with its hopefultuneful tone
By feigned indiff'rencetill it turned aside
And changed its channelleaving me alone
To walk parched plainsand thirst for that sweet draught
My lips had tastedbut another quaffed.
It could be donefor no words yet were spoken -
None to recall--no pledges to be broken.
He will be grievedthen angrycoldthen cross
I reasoned socalledafterthepeaceofTrevisa[link widoczny dla zalogowanych] On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published aaaadiev, thinking what would be his part
In this strange drama. Thenbecause he
Feels something lackingto make good his loss
He'll turn to Helenand her gentle grace
And loving acts will win her soon the place
I hold to-day; and like a troubled dream
At lengthour pastwhen he looks backwill seem.
That evening passed with musicchatand song
But hours that once had flown on airy wings
Now limped on wearyaching limbs along
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