|
Page 26 Lady
Boycott.
Yes, I know,
I understand, no doubt you love him well,
And he loves you. For your sake I am glad.
But, tell me, dear, he never owned the name
Of his fickle ladylove, or let you guess?
I mean, is she repenting all forlorn,
A woe-begone thin spinster, mourning him?
Or is she plump and cosy, well to do,
With a fit husband, house, and chubby babes?
Or dead, more like - one way or other dead.
Mary.
We thought it best and right I should not know.
She is living, I might meet her, and 'twere hard
Not to be angry with her - though indeed
I have so much to thank her for. But then
She gave him pain he thought past bearing once
And shook his life to the very roots of it.
Lady Boycott.
Dear, I am glad he loves you. It is good
To see you happy. I, whom no one loves,
Will pray you may be happy, both of you.
And I know something of your Lionel, know
He is a man well thought of, one I think
We can trust you to.
Next |
A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
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
Two Maidens |
