Blushes had tinged your cheek.
When the curtain fell at the last, my dear,
You went with a queen's array
Of courtiers glib, and I too was near,
But dumb; - my usual way.
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You smiled from the carriage, dear, like a queen,
On the courtiers clustered round;
From the other side fell a rose unseen,
And by me 't was as usual found.
It told me you still were my own, my dear.
They went to their homes elate,
And I to mine, - it is high, but near
To heaven; for heaven I wait.
G. C. G.