 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
SIX MONTHS'S SUCH A WONDERFUL TIME
Six months's such a wonderful time
For Chloe to smile on a lover,
All deem'd she was playing the mime
At least till the six [sic] month was over.
And then alas! it was found
'Twas but that another was failing,
That Chloe so long had not frown'd
On the youth who for weeks had been staling
For Chloe to smile on a lover,
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At least till the six [sic] month was over.
And then alas! it was found
'Twas but that another was failing,
That Chloe so long had not frown'd
On the youth who for weeks had been staling
From my heart I pity the wight
Who's next to be cheated to loving,
And made to believe one so bright
Could never be guilty of roving.
For he too will prove I'm afraid
That vows of eternal affection
Only mean with the changeable maid
Some five or six weeks' predilection
Who's next to be cheated to loving,
And made to believe one so bright
Could never be guilty of roving.
For he too will prove I'm afraid
That vows of eternal affection
Only mean with the changeable maid
Some five or six weeks' predilection
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