IRONY.
Thou lovest, friend? Weil, that were hardly strange, For love's a flame of wondrous pow'r and range; And ye should Save my wishes for a. bright Asid blissful future—for it is thy right* But, friend, alaa! You lovest me, you say! ST-e gods! my sight has fail© dure! No ray Of light shows me the path that I must tread: For Love and I, dear friend, have never wed. Would that I could have loved thee, for know, All admiration's stream to me does flow; All that I could have loved I've seen in thee, — And hope to love; but love is not for me. . . . Ah, that thy love'a true flewne had lit my heart! What happiness the world might then impart ; What bliss to gild the advent of the day, What bliss to sooth when it should pass away. But, friend, I love thee not: thou lovest me. . . . Alas! this is life's bitt'rest irony: To leve where love for thee can never burn, And he loved where love you can't return. —Phcenix. January 3, 1910.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2913, 12 January 1910, Page 74
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177IRONY. Otago Witness, Issue 2913, 12 January 1910, Page 74
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