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1862–1900

My Lady, you Blushed.

Thomas Winthrop Hall

My lady, you blushed. Was my love a surprise? How quickly they hushed! A curl of yours brushed

All else from my eyes. My lady, you blushed. You say that I gushed, And they all heard my sighs?

How quickly they hushed! Your roses were crushed; N'importe wherefores and whys. My lady, you blushed.

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