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“Give it me back!” she cried and turned away,
And press'd her hands against her throbbing brow,
“All that your robber-hand has day by day
“Torn from her breast who braved you until now—
Give it me back!
And press'd her hands against her throbbing brow,
“All that your robber-hand has day by day
“Torn from her breast who braved you until now—
Give it me back!
“Give it me back—my heart that seem'd so free,
“My unsuspecting trust in all mankind—
“My fearlessness of changes that might be
“And all my vanish'd peacefulness of mind—
Give it me back!
“My unsuspecting trust in all mankind—
“My fearlessness of changes that might be
“And all my vanish'd peacefulness of mind—
Give it me back!
“Give it me back—the undreaded parting-hour—
“My careless hearing of your coming steed—
“Give me the ready jest in hall and bow'r,
“The easy welcome that I did not heed—
Give it me back!
“My careless hearing of your coming steed—
“Give me the ready jest in hall and bow'r,
“The easy welcome that I did not heed—
Give it me back!
“Give it me back—the tranquil dreamless night,
“The uneventful passing hours of day—
“The morning sun that rose without delight,
“Yet did not fade in bitterness away—
Give it me back!
“The uneventful passing hours of day—
“The morning sun that rose without delight,
“Yet did not fade in bitterness away—
Give it me back!
“Give it me back!—alas, my words are vain!
“Nay,—keep it all, I yield you all the rest—
“I am your slave—ah, master, let me gain
“Some echo of this love within my breast—
Give it me back”!
“Nay,—keep it all, I yield you all the rest—
“I am your slave—ah, master, let me gain
“Some echo of this love within my breast—
Give it me back”!
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