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Primrose, evening. 
(Enothera Odorata. 
Langua 3e — INCONSTANCY. 
I sunned myself once in her smile : 
She has turned its soft beams upon one 
Who cares not a pin for her; while 
He triumphs, and I am undone. 
I lived on the sweets of her lips ; 
I must seek for a supper elsewhere: 
Another that banquet may sip ; 
Another may play with her hair. 
And why is my rival so dear ? 
And why is she out when I call ? 
His income’s five thousand a year ! 
And mine, it is — nothing at all! 
Mrs. Osgoop. 
And was it for this I looked forward so long, 
And shrunk from the sweetness of Italy’s song, 
And turned from the glance of the dark girl of Spain, 
And wept for my country again and again ? 
And was it for this to my casement I crept 
To gaze on the deep when I dreamed that I slept ? 
To think of fond meetings — the welcome — the kiss — 
The friendly hand’s pressure — ah ! was it for this ? 
T. H. Bayley. 
