| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (18381915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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| Edward Rowland Sill. 18411887 |
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| 209. Momentous Words |
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| WHAT spiteful chance steals unawares | |
| Wherever lovers come, | |
| And trips the nimblest brain and scares | |
| The bravest feelings dumb? | |
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| We had one minute at the gate, | 5 |
| Before the others came; | |
| To-morrow it would be too late, | |
| And whose would be the blame! | |
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| I gazed at her, she glanced at me; | |
| Alas! the time sped by: | 10 |
| "How warm it is to-day!" said she; | |
| "It looks like rain," said I. | |
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