'But my love ended when my husband died.
Still, we'll be friends, dear friends, dear, tender friends;
Love with its fever's at an end for me.
Be by me gently now the fever ends,
Life is a lovelier thing than lovers see,
I'd like to trust a man, Jimmy,' said she,
'May I trust you?' 'Oh, Anna dear, my dear----
'Don't come so close,' she said, 'with people near.
Dear, don't be vexed; it's very sweet to find
One who will understand; but life is life,