 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
THE RUNAWAY.
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Has no one seen my heart of you?My heart has run away;
And, if you catch him, ladies, do
Return him me, I pray.
On earth he is no more, I hear,
Upon the land or sea;
For the women found the rogue so queer,
They sent him back to me.
In heaven there is no purchaser
For such strange ends and odds,
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To buy and sell old gods.
So there's but one place more to search,
That's not genteel to tell,
Where demonesses go to church:—
So christians fair, farewell.
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |