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A RIDDLE OF LOVERS
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"Not Tip Ryder, if he starves
Building chimneys, building wharves."


VII

Now this was the manner
Of the building of the chimney.
('T is a good old-timer,
As you, friend John, will own.)
Old man Vail cut the stone;
William Ryder was the builder;
Stanford White was the planner;
And the owner and rhymer
Is Richard Watson Gilder.


"A WORD SAID IN THE DARK"

A word said in the dark
And hands prest, for a token;
"Now, little maiden, mark
The word that you have spoken;
Be not your promise broken!"


His lips upon her cheek
Felt tears among their kisses;
"O, pardon I bespeak
If for my doubting this is!
Now all my doubting ceases."


A RIDDLE OF LOVERS

Of my fair lady's lovers there were two
Who loved her more than all; nor she, nor they
Guessed which of these loved better, for one way

This had of loving, that another knew.