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1892–1953

A Rhymeless Song.

Edward Shanks

Rhyme with its jingle still betrays The song that's meant for one alone. Dearest, I dedicate to you A little song without a rhyme.

The most unpractised schoolboy knows That quiet kisses are the sweetest. Safe locked within my arms you lie, Let not a single sound betray us.

Suppose your jealous mother came By chance this way and found us here... Be still, be still, and not a sound Shall give her warning that we love.

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