Morns like these -- we parted

 Morns like these -- we parted --
Noons like these -- she rose --
Fluttering first -- then firmer
To her fair repose.


Never did she lisp it --
It was not for me --
She -- was mute from transport --
I -- from agony --

Till -- the evening nearing
One the curtains drew --
Quick! A Sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!

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