NO NAME 



You have had your chance, you have taken 

 your choice — 

 How could I help you, standing aloof? 



He has prosper'd well with the world — he 

 says 

 I am mad — if so, and if he be sane, 

 I, at least, give God thanksgiving and praise 

 That there lies between us one difference 

 plain. 



You in your beauty above me bent 



In the pause of a wild west country ball — 



Spoke to me — touched me without intent — 

 Made me your servant for once and all. 



Light laughter rippled your rose-red lip. 

 And you swept my cheek with a shining curl 



That stray'd from your shoulder's snowy tip — 

 Now I pray that your sleep is a sound one, 

 girl! 



From a long way off to look at your charms 

 Made my blood run redder in every vein, 



And he — he has held you long in his arms, 

 And has kiss'd you over and over again. 



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