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"Tell him night finished before we finished, And the old clock kept neighing 'day!' And you got sleepy and begged to be ended    What could it hinder so, to say? Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious, But if he ask where you are hid Until to morrow,    happy letter! Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!" TELL HIM NIGHT FINISHED BEFORE WE FINISHED AND THE OLD CLOCK KEPT NEIGHING DAY AND YOU GOT SLEEPY AND BEGGED TO BE ENDED WHAT COULD IT HINDER SO TO SAY TELL HIM JUST HOW SHE SEALED YOU CAUTIOUS BUT IF HE ASK'D WHERE YOU ARE HID UNTIL TO MORROW HAPPY LETTER GESTURE COQUETTE AND SHAKE YOUR HEAD
 way. The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this great purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love Depreciate the vision; But, till the merchant buy, Still fable, in the isles of spice, The subtle cargoes lie. At least, 't is mutual risk, -- Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of Life, -- each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon. V. THE LETTER. "GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him -- Tell him the page I did n't write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun out. Tell him just how the fingers hurried, Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow; And then you wished you had eyes in your pages, So you could see what moved them so. "Tell him it was n't a practised writer, You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled; You could hear the bodice tug, behind you, As if it held but the might of a child; You almost pitied it, you, it worked so. Tell him -- No, you may quibble there, For it would split his heart to know it, And then you and I were silenter.  FOR PAY THE SOLEMN CONTRACT OF A LIFE WAS RATIFIED THIS WAY THE WEALTH MIGHT DISAPPOINT MYSELF A POORER PROVE THAN THIS GREAT PURCHASER SUSPECT THE DAILY OWN OF LOVE DEPRECIATE THE VISION BUT TILL THE MERCHANT BUY STILL FABLE IN THE ISLES OF SPICE THE SUBTLE CARGOES LIE AT LEAST TIS MUTUAL RISK SOME FOUND IT MUTUAL GAIN SWEET DEBT OF LIFE EACH NIGHT TO OWE INSOLVENT EVERY NOON FIVE THE LETTER GOING TO HIM HAPPY LETTER TELL HIM TELL HIM THE PAGE I DIDN'T WRITE TELL HIM I ONLY SAID THE SYNTAX AND LEFT THE VERB AND THE PRONOUN OUT TELL HIM JUST HOW THE FINGERS HURRIED HOW THEY WAITED SLOW SLOW SLOW AND THEN YOU WISHED YOU HAD YOUR EYES AND YOUR PAGES SO YOU COULD SEE WHAT MOVED THEM SO TELL HIM IT WASN'T A PRACTISED WRITER YOU GUESSED FROM THE WAY THE SENTENCE TOILED YOU COULD HEAR THE BODICE TUG BEHIND YOU AS IF IT HELD BUT THE MIGHT OF A CHILD YOU ALMOST PITIED IT YOU IT WORKED SO TELL HIM NO YOU MAY QUIBBLE THERE FOR IT WOULD SPLIT HIS HEART TO KNOW IT AND THEN YOU AND I WERE SILENTER
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