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TWO LIVES.
Among the lonely hills they played;
No other bairns they ever knew;
A little lad, a little maid,
In sweet companionship they grew.
No other bairns they ever knew;
A little lad, a little maid,
In sweet companionship they grew.
They played among the ferns and rocks
A childish comedy of life—
Kept house and milked the crimson docks,
And called each other man and wife.
A childish comedy of life—
Kept house and milked the crimson docks,
And called each other man and wife.
They went to school; they used to go
With arms about each other laid;
Their flaxen heads, in rain or snow,
Were sheltered by a single plaid.
With arms about each other laid;
Their flaxen heads, in rain or snow,
Were sheltered by a single plaid.
And so—and so it came to pass
They loved each other ere they knew;
His heart was like a blade o' grass,
And hers was like its drap o' dew.
They loved each other ere they knew;
His heart was like a blade o' grass,
And hers was like its drap o' dew.
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The years went by; the changeful years
Brought larger life and toil for life;
They parted in the dusk with tears—
They called each other man and wife.
Brought larger life and toil for life;
They parted in the dusk with tears—
They called each other man and wife.
They married—she another man,
And he in time another maid;
The story ends as it began;—
Among the lonely hills—they played!
And he in time another maid;
The story ends as it began;—
Among the lonely hills—they played!
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