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Show THE WAY OF LOVE With what wild clamor I besieged Love's door Pled for his pity, begged his sympathy sym-pathy Besought him of his trust to make me free; And pledged him all the joy within my store, And all the blossoms that my garden bore, And all my songs" and all my loyalty Alas! Love, my love, only laughed in mockery, And bade me to be gone forevermore. Wounded and sad, I crept away to hide, Where I might never meet his scornful scorn-ful eyes; Then, stealing soft to win my swift surprise, And all my fears with happy wit deride de-ride Love sought mo out, his eyes with longing dlmr And led mo back to make my home with him. Charlotte Becker. |