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That lane sloped, much as the bottles do,.

From a house you could descry O’er the garden-wall: is the curtain blue

Or green to a healthy eye?

To mine, it serves for the old June weather

Blue above lane and wall; And that farthest bottle labelled “ Ether”

Is the house o'er-topping all.

At a terrace, somewhat near its stopper,

There watched for me, one June, A girl: I know, sir, it ’s improper,

My poor mind 's out of tune.

6.
Ouly, there was a way . . you crept

Close by the side, to dodge
Eyes in the house, two eyes except:

They styled their house “ The Lodge.”

What right had a lounger up their lane ?

But, by creeping very close, With the good wall's help,—their eyes might

strain And stretch themselves to Oes,

Yet never catch her and me together,

As she left the attic, there,
By the rim of the bottle labelled “ Ether,”

And stole from stair to stair,

And stood by the rose-wreathed gate. Alas,

We loved, sir—used to meet : How sad and bad and mad it was

But then, how it was sweet !

MAY AND DEATH.

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