For once, how little I think of her;
And then, how will she feel?” cried he—
And took his hat and went to see.
E. S. Martin.
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS
I LOVED a maid (oh, she was fair of face!)
But common words above
Was my true love—
So I was silent for a little space—
Yet, ’gainst the day I meant that she should hear me,