Her Secret
That love’s dull smart distressed my heartHe shrewdly learnt to see,But that I was in love with a dead manNever suspected he.
He searched for the trace of a pictured face,He watched each missive come,And a note that seemed like a love-lineMade him look frozen and glum.
He dogged my feet to the city street,He followed me to the sea,But not to the neighbouring churchyardDid he dream of following me.
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