Bücher von Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Perhaps because dull custom made her tame, Or that she was not comely in the bud, Her sweetness halting like a tardy May That wraps itself in mist, and seems not fair, For this or finer reason undivined, His thought she touched not, and was glad withal When she did note how others took his eye.

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