 | [Poems by Carryl in] Cap and gown |  |
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A Memory.
We sat in the lamplight's gentle glow,
Alone on the winding stair,
And the distant strains of a waltz fell low
On the fragrance-laden air.
I caught from her lips a murmured “yes,”
And the stately palms amid
There came a blissful, sweet caress—
I shouldn't have—but I did!
Alone on the winding stair,
And the distant strains of a waltz fell low
On the fragrance-laden air.
I caught from her lips a murmured “yes,”
And the stately palms amid
There came a blissful, sweet caress—
I shouldn't have—but I did!
I might forget that joyous night,
As the months slip swiftly by;
I might forget the gentle light
That shone in her hazel eye;
But I can't forget that whispered “yes”
That came the palms amid,
I can't forget that one caress—
I shouldn't have—but I did!
As the months slip swiftly by;
I might forget the gentle light
That shone in her hazel eye;
But I can't forget that whispered “yes”
That came the palms amid,
I can't forget that one caress—
I shouldn't have—but I did!
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