WHAT SHE SAID IN HER TOMB.
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Ah, if you had loved me more,
Been content to wait,
Some time you had found the key
To Love's inmost gate.
Been content to wait,
Some time you had found the key
To Love's inmost gate.
Why, indeed, should any man
Wait for Autumn days,
When the present Summer wooes
To her rosy ways?
Wait for Autumn days,
When the present Summer wooes
To her rosy ways?
Only,—now I lie here dead;
I shall not awake,
And you need not tread so soft
For my deaf ears' sake.
I shall not awake,
And you need not tread so soft
For my deaf ears' sake.
