  Mother Edward will not taste his food, Nor touch his drink, Flings me answers gruff and rude: Why, I dare not think. Sister Mother, do not try to know All that moves in Edward's heart, The fiery gloom he will not show; You and he who lay so near Fall wide apart. Watch your rival, mother dear: Catherine Drury does not guess His dark love or your envious fear, Her own loveliness. She will laugh, she will play, Never know the hurt she does: Edward's heart will melt away, His head go buzz, And if he thinks you read his mind, Better you had been struck stone blind. |
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