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Two Songs
II—Phyllis and Damon
Phyllis and Damon met one day:
(Heigho!)
Phyllis was sad and Damon grey,
Tired with treading a separate way.
(Heigho!)
Phyllis was sad and Damon grey,
Tired with treading a separate way.
Damon sighed for his broken flute:
(Heigho!)
Phyllis went with a noiseless foot,
Under the olives stripped of fruit.
(Heigho!)
Phyllis went with a noiseless foot,
Under the olives stripped of fruit.
Met they, parted they, all unsaid?
(Heigho!)
Ah, but a ghost's lips are not red:
Damon was old, and Phyllis dead—
(Heigho, heigho!)
(Heigho!)
Ah, but a ghost's lips are not red:
Damon was old, and Phyllis dead—
(Heigho, heigho!)
