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She that quieth heart away,
For the homage of a day,
To a downy dimpling kiss,
Smile that tells the void within -
Swaggering gait, and stays of steel;
Saucy head and sounding heel -
Lives the gift of wo and pain [wecloing:?]
Lives a thing not worth the keeping
Lives a trifle – gives a toy John G [Yhoine?]
Sweetest viands soonest cloy
Gains! Good Lord! What doth she gain?
Years of sorrow and of pain; gain
Cold neglect and words unkind;
Qualms of body and of mind;
Gains the cause that leaves her never;
Gains the pang that lasts forever.
And why? Ah! Hath not reason shown it
Though the heart dares hardly own it
Well it traces love to be
The fruit of the forbidden thee
Of womens wo the rigin
The apple of the primal sin
The tast of that angelic creature
The touchstone of her human nature
Which proved her through of heavenly birth
An [ening?] meter of the earth
And what by Heavens sovereign will
Was trial once is trial still
T is the fruit that virgin’s eye
ban ne’er approach too cautiously
Albert Hound