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Unknown Vessel, Page 208 of 256
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From the oaken mantil glowing faintest light the lamp is throwing on the mirrors antique mould high backed chair and wainscot old and through faded curtains stealing his dark sleeping face revealing
Listless lies the strong man there Silver streaked his care les hair Lips of love have left no trace On that hard and hauty face And that foreheads knitted thought Loves soft hand had not wrought “Yet she” she sighs” he loves me well more than these calm lips can tell Stooping to my lowly state he hath made me rich and great and I bless him though he bee hard and stern to all save me
While she speaketh fals the light oer her fingers small and white gold and gem and costly ring [doth?] the third lustre fling Loves selectest gifts and care his proud hand had fastned there Greatfully the marks the glow from those tapering lines of snow fondly oer the sleeper bending his black hair with golden blending in her soft and light caress cheek and lip together press
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