“Don’t
dare refuse!” He wildly cried,
With short and gasping breath.
“If
you should fail to be my bride
You’d surely be my death!”
“O
foolish fool,” thought I aloud,
When I saw how it lay.
“You
might as well engage your shroud
She’ll be that either way.”
Feb.
13 or 14, ‘91
Pub.
Cam. Press
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