 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
A LOVER'S JOURNAL,
OR THE D---Y OF A D---G---N.
A pain lay heavy on my heart,
And sorely racked my breast;
All day I felt the bitter smart,
All night I got no rest.
And sorely racked my breast;
All day I felt the bitter smart,
All night I got no rest.
On Sunday at the solemn church,
I saw her golden hair;
But ah! she left me in the lurch,
And yet the pain was there.
I saw her golden hair;
But ah! she left me in the lurch,
And yet the pain was there.
Then Monday dawned, and with the sun
I prematurely rose;
Her presence still I could not shun,
And it increased my woes.
I prematurely rose;
Her presence still I could not shun,
And it increased my woes.
The Tuesday followed all too slow,
To soothe my fretful frame;
And every wind, that chanced to blow,
But breathed my darling's name.
To soothe my fretful frame;
And every wind, that chanced to blow,
But breathed my darling's name.
By Wednesday ere the crisis dire,
Came to a ghastly point;
My very flesh seemed full of fire,
My bones were out of joint.
Came to a ghastly point;
My very flesh seemed full of fire,
My bones were out of joint.
The Thursday brought my lawyer round,
With all his legal skill;
I chose a piece of sacred ground,
And calmly made my will.
With all his legal skill;
I chose a piece of sacred ground,
And calmly made my will.
On Friday had she seen me pine,
It surely would have shocked her;
At first I summoned a divine,
And then I called a doctor.
It surely would have shocked her;
At first I summoned a divine,
And then I called a doctor.
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On Saturday a wondrous change
Upon my spirit fell;
The draught had sped, and (what was strange)
I felt completely well.
Upon my spirit fell;
The draught had sped, and (what was strange)
I felt completely well.
Perchance it may some pity move,
Though sad is the suggestion;
This was no diary of love,
But only of digestion.
Though sad is the suggestion;
This was no diary of love,
But only of digestion.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |