 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
WHICH OF US
Surely we both loved passing well.
How it happen'd I can not tell,
But so it came:
Was She fickle or was I tired?
Whose the blame?
Say that neither of us inquired
Of that same.
How it happen'd I can not tell,
But so it came:
Was She fickle or was I tired?
Whose the blame?
Say that neither of us inquired
Of that same.
But this happen'd: one hazy day
One of the twain was far astray;
But how it came,
Whether 'twas I or She who went,
'Tis no blame.
Both may be wrong yet innocent
All the same.
One of the twain was far astray;
But how it came,
Whether 'twas I or She who went,
'Tis no blame.
Both may be wrong yet innocent
All the same.
| Love-Lore (1895) | |