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WE WILL BE STRANGERS. 
ROSE, YELLOW. 
Rosa Lutea. 
Language — WE WILL BE STRANGERS. 
They tell me ’tis decided ; you depart: 
’Tis wise, ’tis well, but not the less a pain ; 
I have no further claim on your young heart; 
Mine is the victim, and would be again ; 
To love too much has been the only art 
I used: I write in haste, and if a stain 
Be on this sheet, ’tis not what it appears; 
My eyeballs burn and throb, but have no tears. 
BrEoif. 
I ask not what change 
Has come over thy heart; 
I seek not what chances 
Have doomed us to part; 
I know thou hast told me 
To love thee no more, 
And I still must obey 
Where I once did adore. 
Hoffman. 
And must we part ? Well, let it be ! 
’Tis better thus ; O, yes ! believe me ! 
For though I still was true to thee, 
Thou, faithless maiden, wouldst deceive me. 
Take back this written pledge of love ! 
No more I’ll to my bosom fold it; .. 
The ring you gave, your faith to prove, 
I can’t return — because I’ve sold it. 
Anon 
