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 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
CHARLOTTE.
Thou wast fair and thou wast fickle,
And thy love was like a sickle,
Charlotte!
Keen and cold, and finding fuel
Ever in a pastime cruel,
Charlotte!
And thy love was like a sickle,
Charlotte!
Keen and cold, and finding fuel
Ever in a pastime cruel,
Charlotte!
Yet I loved thy blemished blossom,
Bade thee welcome to my bosom,
Charlotte!
For I hoped the blight would perish,
Leaving beauty I could cherish,
Charlotte!
Bade thee welcome to my bosom,
Charlotte!
For I hoped the blight would perish,
Leaving beauty I could cherish,
Charlotte!
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So I made thy portals pleasant,
Made a Paradise the present,
Charlotte!
Smoothed thy way, the journey lightened,
All thy hours with music brightened
Charlotte!
Made a Paradise the present,
Charlotte!
Smoothed thy way, the journey lightened,
All thy hours with music brightened
Charlotte!
Flowers and fruits for thee I treasured,
Nought I offered thee was measured,
Charlotte!
Winds of care I strove to banish,
Bade the clouds of trouble vanish,
Charlotte!
Nought I offered thee was measured,
Charlotte!
Winds of care I strove to banish,
Bade the clouds of trouble vanish,
Charlotte!
Then I left thee to the trial
Of one little hour's denial,
Charlotte!
Left to find my visions scattered,
Home and hope and gladness shattered,
Charlotte!
Of one little hour's denial,
Charlotte!
Left to find my visions scattered,
Home and hope and gladness shattered,
Charlotte!
Now I dream of thee at seasons,
Dream forgetting all thy treasons,
Charlotte!
In my sleep the byegone living,
Perjury and shame forgiving,
Charlotte!
Dream forgetting all thy treasons,
Charlotte!
In my sleep the byegone living,
Perjury and shame forgiving,
Charlotte!
And I fancy that thy beauty,
Still is loyal unto duty,
Charlotte!
That the days with dew are tender.
And thy spring has yet its splendour,
Charlotte!
Still is loyal unto duty,
Charlotte!
That the days with dew are tender.
And thy spring has yet its splendour,
Charlotte!
Have I lost thee, have I found thee?
Are my weary arms around thee,
Charlotte?
Then I waken from my visions,
To my darkened heart's derisions,
Charlotte!
Are my weary arms around thee,
Charlotte?
Then I waken from my visions,
To my darkened heart's derisions,
Charlotte!
Thou art fallen—lie and languish,
Thou art spotted—spare no anguish,
Charlotte!
Pass from all the hopes I cherish,
Pass into the night and perish,
Harlot!
Thou art spotted—spare no anguish,
Charlotte!
Pass from all the hopes I cherish,
Pass into the night and perish,
Harlot!
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |