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1865–1945

REWARDS.

Arthur Symons

BECAUSE you cried, I kissed you, and, Ah me! how should I understand That piteous little you were fain To cry and to be kissed again?

Because you smiled at last, I thought That I had found what I had sought. But soon I found, without a doubt, No man can find a woman out.

I kissed your tears, and did not stay Till I had kissed them all away. Ah, hapless me! ah, heartless child! She would not kiss me when she smiled.

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