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104 Parasol till it trailed in the dust—

In agony sobbed, letting sink her

Parasol till it trailed in the dust—

Till it sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

Then I pacified Mary and kissed her,

And tempted her into the room,

And conquered her scruples and gloom;

And we passed to the end of the vista,

But were stopped by the warning of doom—

By some words that were warning of doom.

And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,

At the opposite end of the room?"

She sobbed, as she answered, "All liquors

Must be paid for ere leaving the room."

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober,

As the streets were deserted and drear—

For my pockets were empty and drear;

And I cried, "It was surely October,

On this very night of last year,

That I journeyed—I journeyed down here—

That I brought a fair maiden down here,