The Kiss
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
- I Shall Not Care
WHEN I am dead and over me bright April
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- Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
- Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
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- I shall not care.
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I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
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- When rain bends down the bough,
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- And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
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- Than you are now.
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