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LOVE SEEKING A LODGING.
At Leila's heart from day to day
Love, boy-like, knocked, and ran away;
But Love, grown older, seeking then,
‘Lodgings for single gentlemen,’
Returned unto his former ground,
And knocked, but no admittance found—
With his rat, tat, tat.
Love, boy-like, knocked, and ran away;
But Love, grown older, seeking then,
‘Lodgings for single gentlemen,’
Returned unto his former ground,
And knocked, but no admittance found—
With his rat, tat, tat.
His false alarms remembered still,
Love, now in earnest, fared but ill;
For Leila in her heart could swear,
As still he knocked, ‘There's no one there,’
A single god, he then essayed
With single knocks to lure the maid—
With his single knock.
Love, now in earnest, fared but ill;
For Leila in her heart could swear,
As still he knocked, ‘There's no one there,’
A single god, he then essayed
With single knocks to lure the maid—
With his single knock.
Each passer-by who watched the wight,
Cried, ‘Love, you won't lodge there to-night!’
And Love, while listening half confessed
That all was dead in Leila's breast.
Yet lest that light heart only slept,
Bold Love up to the casement crept—
With his tip, tap, tap.
Cried, ‘Love, you won't lodge there to-night!’
And Love, while listening half confessed
That all was dead in Leila's breast.
Yet lest that light heart only slept,
Bold Love up to the casement crept—
With his tip, tap, tap.
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No answer;—‘Well,’ cried Love, ‘I'll wait,
And keep off Envy, Fear, and Hate;
No other passion there shall dwell
If I'm shut out—why, here's a bell!’
He rang; the ring made Leila start,
And Love found lodgings in her heart,
With his magic ring.
And keep off Envy, Fear, and Hate;
No other passion there shall dwell
If I'm shut out—why, here's a bell!’
He rang; the ring made Leila start,
And Love found lodgings in her heart,
With his magic ring.
1842.
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