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“The wounds I might have healed!
The human sorrow and smart! And yet it never was in my soul
To play so ill a part; But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart!' She clasped her fervent hands,
And the tears began to stream;
Remorse was so extreme;
Would dream the Lady's Dream!
KNEW by his looks what he'd come for I
plainly had seen from the first It must come to this sooner or later, and I'd made up
my mind for the worst. So I hid myself under the curtains, where the loving
pair couldn't see me, In order to watch their proceedings, and hear what he
said unto she.
I saw he was fearfully nervous, that in fact he was
suffering pain, By the way that he fussed with his collar and poked
all the chairs with his cane; That he blushed; that he wouldn't look at her, but
kept his eyes fixed on the floor, And took the unusual precaution of taking his seat
near the door.
He began, “It is-er-er-fine weather, -remarkable
weather for May." “Do you thinl- so?" said she; "it is raining.”—“Oh, so
it is raining to-ay. I meant 't will be pleasant to-morrow," he stammered:
"en_erdo you śkate?" “Oh, yes she replied, "at the season; but isn't May
rather too late?'' The silence that followed was awful; he continued, "I
see a sweet dove," ('Twas only an innocent sparrow, but blind are the
eyes of true love,) “A dove of most beautiful plumage on the top of that
Which reminds me,"—she sighed,—“O, sweet maiden!
which reminds me, dear angel, of thee." Her countenance changed in a moment; there followed
a terrible pause; I felt that the crisis was coming, and hastily dropped
on all fours, In order to see the thing better. His face grew as
white as a sheet, He gave one spasmodical effort, and lifelessly dropped
at her feet. She said—what she said I won't tell you. She raised
the poor wretch from the ground. I drew back my head for an instant. Good heavens!
Oh, what was that sound? I eagerly peered through the darkness,-for twilight
had made the room dim,And plainly perceived it was kissing, -and kissing not
all done by him. I burst into loud fits of laughter: "know it was terribly
mean, Still I couldn't resist the tempt to appear for a
while on the scene; But she viewed me with perfect
composure as she kissed him again with a smile And remarked, 'twixt that kiss and the next one, that
"she'd known I was there all the while
Houghton, Mifflin & Company. Reprinted with permission. By HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
PEAK! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast
Comest to daunt me!
Why dost thou haunt me?"
Gleam in December;
From the heart's chamber.
No Saga taught thee!
For this I sought thee.
And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound
Trembled to walk on.
“Oft to his frozen lair
Fled like a shadow;
Sang from the meadow.
“But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew
With the marauders.
By our stern orders.
Set the cocks crowing,
Filled to o'erflowing.
"Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea,