I
met her by the lisping sea,
She
said that she’d be true to me;
But
when I left her at the shore,
I
thought to see her nevermore.
Today
I met her here in town,
Her
hand outstretched, her eyes cast down;
And
by her manner I could see
My
summer girl was true to me.
And
then I cast the thought away
That
summer girls love but for play;
And
joy was mine in large degree
Because
I found her true to me.
Sep.
8, ‘99
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