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He was leaning by a face, 
He was looking into eyes, 
And he knew a trysting-place, 
And he heard seductive sighs; 
But the face, 
And the eyes, 
And the place, 
And the sighs, 
Were not, alas, the right ones--the ones meet for him-- 
Though fine and sweet the features, and the feelings all abrim.

II

She was looking at a form, 
She was listening for a tread, 
She could feel a waft of charm 
When a certain name was said; 
But the form, 
And the tread, 
And the charm, 
And name said, 
Were the wrong ones for her, and ever would be so, 
While the heritor of the right it would have saved her soul to know! 

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 11 Feb 2012 7:26 PM | Viewed: 2838 times

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