Lucile By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton] |
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Cousin John.I do. But 'tis late.
If she sleeps, you'll not wake her?
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No, no! it will wait
(Poor infant!) too surely, this mission of sorrow;
If she sleeps, I will not mar her dreams of to-morrow.
(Poor infant!) too surely, this mission of sorrow;
If she sleeps, I will not mar her dreams of to-morrow.
He open'd the door, and pass'd out.
Cousin John
Watch'd him wistful, and left him to seek her alone.
Watch'd him wistful, and left him to seek her alone.
Lucile | ||