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Title: Lilts o' love
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lewis, Judd Mortimer, 1867- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Houston, Tex., J. V. Dealy company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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; and the scarlet Reminds me, dear heart, of your lips—Though never Im needing reminding— And, oh, but my spirits are lowSince I kissed you good-bye, dear, and left you Long ages—a full week—ago ! UNWASTED. Where you going? Where you going? Asked the mockbird of her mate.Said her mate, A pair of lovers Are a-spooning by the gate.And I\e got a song whose singing Will quite take them from their feet;Let me go and sing it to em, Let me make the scene complete/ They wont hear you/^ said the mockbird To her mate, wont hear at all;You may fill the night with music, You may send your sweetest callTill it brimful fills the valley And wells upward to the sky,And theyll never, never hear it; Though perhaps youd better try. Past lifes strife and lifes endeavor Sat a couple by the shore.And, her old hand held in his hand, Low they talked of days of yore;And he said, Birds dont know music And cant sing these days, I guess,Like that mocking-bird sang to us On that night that you said, *Yes.
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THEN CREPT SHE BACK TO THE PLAYER. WOMANS WAY. Back beyond memorys finding, where floweth the broad Ho-ang-ho,Back of the mists of the ages, where the mind of a man may not go,There dwelt a beautiful maiden who gazed on her face in the tide;Gazed at it, laughed to it, wondered! gazed on herself wonder-eyed.^T^o! said the maid, I am fairer—fairer than lilies at dusk!Sweeter my breath than the lilies ! my tresses are sweeter than musk!Smoother my shoulders and fairer than gods of the temple are fair;Brighter my eyes are and rarer than gems of Golconda are rare!Round are my breasts as twin goblets a-brim with the whitest of snows!Aye, I am graceful and curving, down from my head to my toes! 34 LILT8 0 LOVE. He who would dare to gaze on me, he v/ho hath courage to woo,Shall eat out his heart in the gazing! shall bind up his brow with the rue !Where is the mortal may win me ? AAHio hath the heart to aspire ?Him ! May his passion consume him! His soul shrivel black in the fire!I ? With th

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