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(words by jesse fauset)
On summer afternoons i sit Quiescent by you in the park, And idly watch the sunbeams gild And tint the ash tree's bark.
Or else i watch the squirrles frisk And chaffer in the grassy lane; And all the while i mark your voice Break with love and pain.
I know a woman who would give Her chance of heaven to take my place; To see the love-light in your eyes, The love-glow on your face!
And there's a man whose lightest word Can set my chilly blood afire; Fulfillment of his least behest Defines my life's desire.
But he will none of me. nor i Of you. nor you of her. 'tis said The world is full of justs like these. I wish that i were dead.
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