Smiling at my frown from a vaporous gleam,
Thy face doth fade away, so cruel and mute,
And foolish I, who now doth see, ‘twould seem,
That thou dost answer me each day goin’ through.
Tetrameter Thirty-nine
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Smiling at my frown from a vaporous gleam,
Thy face doth fade away, so cruel and mute,
And foolish I, who now doth see, ‘twould seem,
That thou dost answer me each day goin’ through.
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