LXXVIII.

Dost thou hate me then so fiercely,

Hast thou really changed so blindly?

To the world I shall proclaim it,

Thou could'st treat me so unkindly.

Say, ungrateful lips, how can you

Breathe an evil word of scorning,

Of the very man who kissed you

So sincerely, yestermorning?

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