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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.
Damon sighed for his broken flute:(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!)
