  He suddenly, the page read as it turned, Died. The indignant eye discerned No sense. “Good page, turn back,” it cried (Happily evermore was cheated). After these things he suddenly died, The truthful page repeated. “Turn back yon earlier pages, nine or ten, To Him she loved and He alone of men. Now change the sentence, page!” But still it read He suddenly died: they scarce had time to kiss. “Read on, ungentle reader,” the book said, “Resign your hopes to this.” The eye could not resign, restless in grief, But darting forward to a later leaf Found Him she loved and He alone of men. Oh, who this He was, being a second He Confused the plan; the book spoke sternly then, “Read page by page and see!” |
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