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II - LADY BOYCOTT.
Lady Boycott.
Yes, dear; come in. I was but looking out
At the soft twilight slowly growing specked
With those white stars. A dreamy sort of time
This is, and one forgets the clock goes on
While one is watching stillness so. I fear
I seem discourteous keeping thus apart;
I did not mean it.
Mary.
And I did not think it.
Only your journey has been long - I feared
You might be over weary.
Lady Boycott.
I am tired.
I am always tired, I think. Shall we be missed
Beyond forgiveness if we sit awhile
Here in this quiet, you and I alone,
And dream a little as we used to do
In the old idle days when we were young?
Mary.
Were young! Why I feel nearer to a child
And feel life newer now than when I went,
With all our school-girl ladylike grave airs
And necessary stateliness still worn
With the gloss not yet rubbed off, to play my part
Of bridesmaid to my classmate Eleanor -
Some months I think my elder. Then it seemed
As if months told in age. Do they count still?
That was six years ago, and I am young:
And are you old?
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A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
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Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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