 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne
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LATER.
Think—Mr. John's my friend again.
('Twas yesternight he made it plain),
For most of our big household gone
To Friday's lecture,—left alone,
But Bell and I; he came to tea,
(As now he's coming constantly,)
And spoke to me quite warmly—quite:
“Lizzie, you are not looking bright;
And since both Bell and I are here,
Take Nurse, and see the circus, dear;
I'll pay, my love! accept of this.”
(A wee gold dollar, and—a kiss!)
“Why don't you come with Bell?”asked I;
He smiled, but would not answer why.
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