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FORM v. FEELING.
Chance cast him for a lover's part,
He took quaint words which were the fashion,
And set a window in his heart,
That all the world might mark his passion.
He took quaint words which were the fashion,
And set a window in his heart,
That all the world might mark his passion.
And curious folk peeped through and saw
Love's progress, pageants, triumphs, troubles;—
And some beheld the sights with awe,
And some said, “Tut, they be but bubbles!”
Love's progress, pageants, triumphs, troubles;—
And some beheld the sights with awe,
And some said, “Tut, they be but bubbles!”
He took no thought of praise nor blame,
Of this man's incense, that man's skewers;
In half a lustrum he became
The special pet of the reviewers.
Of this man's incense, that man's skewers;
In half a lustrum he became
The special pet of the reviewers.
Then on his eyes Meg flashed, the sum
Of beauty, and he could'nt close 'em:
With her first kiss she kissed him dumb,
And hid the window with her bosom.
Of beauty, and he could'nt close 'em:
With her first kiss she kissed him dumb,
And hid the window with her bosom.
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