 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
LIP-SERVICE.
I.
Julia once and once again,In coquettish fashion,
Heedless of her lover's pain,
Mocked his burning passion;
“Words of worship lightly fall
From a courtier, surely;
Mere lip-service,—that is all!”
Said the maid, demurely.
II.
Then his kisses fell like dew(Just where Love would choose 'em)
On her mouth; and through and through
Thrilled her glowing bosom;
Till she felt—nor uttered she
Whisper of negation—
“Mere lip-service” still may be
Perfect adoration!
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