A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." By Douglas B. W. Sladen |
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“Sweet, this generosity
Too heroic is for me;
I can't be so generous
As to once again refuse
Such a crown of love as this.
Darling Ethel, let me kiss
Your kind hand before I go.”
“Let you kiss my hand, Dick! No:
Kiss my lips; they're not too good
For a brave man: spare your blood
And spare life whene'er you may,
Strike home on a doubtful day;
If you can write to me, try;
Good-bye, dear old Dick, good-bye!”
Too heroic is for me;
I can't be so generous
As to once again refuse
Such a crown of love as this.
Darling Ethel, let me kiss
Your kind hand before I go.”
“Let you kiss my hand, Dick! No:
Kiss my lips; they're not too good
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And spare life whene'er you may,
Strike home on a doubtful day;
If you can write to me, try;
Good-bye, dear old Dick, good-bye!”
| A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." | |