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His great carriage rumbles along, |
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And his robes of rank glitter like the young sedge. |
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Do I not think of you? |
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But I am afraid of this officer, and dare not. |
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His great carriage moves heavily and slowly, |
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And his robes of rank glitter like a carnation-gem. |
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Do I not think of you? |
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But I am afraid of this officer, and do not rush to you. |
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While living, we may have to occupy different apartments; |
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But when dead, we shall share the same grave. |
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If you say that I am not sincere, |
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By the bright sun I swear that I am. |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia