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VIOLET EYES Tell, O tell me, Grizzled-Face,

Do your heart and head keep pace?

When does hoary Love expire,

When do frosts put out the fire?

Can its embers burn below

All that chill December snow?

Care you still soft hands to press,

Bonny heads to smooth and bless?

When does Love give up the chase?

Tell, O tell me, Grizzled-Face!

But of Love I can't foretoken:

Ask some older sage than I!"

THE TRYST

VIOLET EYES

can never quite forget

Eyes like yours, May Margaret, 369