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I WAITED TILL THE TWILIGHT.
I waited till the twilight,
And yet he did not come;
I strayed along the brook side,
And slowly wandered home;
When who should come behind me,
But him I would have chid;
He said he came to find me—
Do you really think he did?
And yet he did not come;
I strayed along the brook side,
And slowly wandered home;
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But him I would have chid;
He said he came to find me—
Do you really think he did?
He said, since last we parted,
He'd thought of nought as sweet,
As of this very moment—
The moment we should meet.
He showed me where, half shaded,
A cottage home lay hid;
He said for me he made it—
Do you really think he did?
He'd thought of nought as sweet,
As of this very moment—
The moment we should meet.
He showed me where, half shaded,
A cottage home lay hid;
He said for me he made it—
Do you really think he did?
He said when first he saw me
Life seemed at once divine;
Each night he dreamt of angels,
And every face was mine:
Sometimes a voice, in sleeping,
Would all his hopes forbid;
And then he wakened, weeping—
Do you really think he did?
Life seemed at once divine;
Each night he dreamt of angels,
And every face was mine:
Sometimes a voice, in sleeping,
Would all his hopes forbid;
And then he wakened, weeping—
Do you really think he did?
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