Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 168 7 Very Easy Do you think, dear, as you say Such a light good-bye to-day, That this parting time may be Mayhaps less to you, than me? What a wonder of surprise Looks out from your sunny eyes. 'Just a nice acquaintance. ' So We have called it, dear, I know. Now you end it with a word, While my inmost soul is stirred. No -- you cannot understand. But, dear, as I touch your hand, Listening to your light good-bye, All a man's roused passions cry Like a tiger, stirred, at bay. Oh! you draw your hand away. 'I've no right to speak so? ' Pray Was it _your_ right day by day By your sweet coquettish arts To invade my heart of hearts? It is death to let you go. You will hate me, dear, I know; But I swear, ere you go hence, I will have some recompense. For those fires you lit in vain, Cheeks and lips shall bear the stain Of my kisses till you die. Go now! this is my good-bye. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Do you think, dear, as you say Such a light good-bye to-day, That this parting time may be Mayhaps less to you, than me?
What a wonder of surprise Looks out from your sunny eyes. 'Just a nice acquaintance. ' So We have called it, dear, I know.
Now you end it with a word, While my inmost soul is stirred. No -- you cannot understand. But, dear, as I touch your hand,
Listening to your light good-bye, All a man's roused passions cry Like a tiger, stirred, at bay. Oh! you draw your hand away.
'I've no right to speak so? ' Pray Was it _your_ right day by day By your sweet coquettish arts To invade my heart of hearts?
It is death to let you go. You will hate me, dear, I know; But I swear, ere you go hence, I will have some recompense.
For those fires you lit in vain, Cheeks and lips shall bear the stain Of my kisses till you die. Go now! this is my good-bye.
