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Show THE MISTRESS. By Alice Herbert. Oh, who shall say forbidden love is sweet! To have in all your life do lot, no part; To know if you lay dead, the tale would greet My ears from careless lips: Would strike my heart, And no voice plead, "Have pity I, for her life Is ended with a life she loved today." To hear you give that tender name of Wife And not to me. To wear the hours away In fevered dreaming; or to muse apart On her, that sheltered, happier one than I B Who Alls the holy places of your heart; fl And yet O love forbidden I Till I die. B The Echo on my threshold of your feet fl Will cry to me "Forbidden love Is sweet!" fl From "Between the Lights." |