FINIS
For you, for me? Why then the striking hour,The wind among the curtains, and the treadOf some late gardener pulling at the flowerThey’ll lay between our hearts when we are dead.
For you, for me? Why then the striking hour,The wind among the curtains, and the treadOf some late gardener pulling at the flowerThey’ll lay between our hearts when we are dead.
For you, for me? Why then the striking hour,The wind among the curtains, and the treadOf some late gardener pulling at the flowerThey’ll lay between our hearts when we are dead.
For you, for me? Why then the striking hour,
The wind among the curtains, and the tread
Of some late gardener pulling at the flower
They’ll lay between our hearts when we are dead.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTESSilently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.Anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed.
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