A Certain Slant of Light

Miss Lane, at her Temple of Fashion,
Taught us both how to sing and to speak,
And we loved one another with passion,
Before we had been there a week:
You gave me a ring for a token;
I wear it wherever I go;
I gave you a chain -- is it broken?
My own Araminta, say 'No!' "

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When I heard I was going abroad , love
I thought I was going to die;
We walked arm in arm to the road, love
We looked arm in arm to the sky;
And I said, 'When a foreign postilion
Has hurried me off to the Po,
Forget not Medora Trevilian:
My own Araminta, say "No!"