this poem. I read it, thinking, "This is good." To my
surprise it was my own. I had kept no copies.)
Whist? Upon my ear a sound doth fall
Can it be, oh surely tis my lover's call
Forlorn and all alone, this heart of mine
For this sweet sound, has long and sadly pined
Dare I awake and let hope spring afresh
Into his wooing again become emmeshed
I ask myself, shall I trust him once more
Will he leave me as oft he did before
Yet, I long for his touch, so soft and tender
Each kiss upon my lips, I do remember
I am ensnared by the web he deftly spins
I knew he would, yes, again my heart he wins
By: Nellie Dailey
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