SONGS OF LA MOUCHE.
My tender ways and laughter
Have gained me lovers twain.
I flouted the one, but the other
I bitterly love again.
Have gained me lovers twain.
I flouted the one, but the other
I bitterly love again.
One loved me for my great virtue;
I was sweet, and pure, and good.
He worshipped in me incarnate,
Mysterious womanhood.
I was sweet, and pure, and good.
He worshipped in me incarnate,
Mysterious womanhood.
To the other my soul lies open—
I never could play my part—
He thinks that virtue 's scarcely
The thing I've most at heart.
I never could play my part—
He thinks that virtue 's scarcely
The thing I've most at heart.
Paris, May, 1855.
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