Mrs. Miner Griffin
A maiden rare of beauty,
A youth so fair to see,
His face now pale with passion,
Flushed under the sun's last glow,
As it stooped to catch the whispers
Of words so soft and low.
0 Sir, I was only flirting,
And a look of innocent surprise
Flashed from those long dark lashes,
Flashed from those soft brown eyes.
I Or thought that you really would care,
And her head drooped sadly under
The wealth of its soft brown hair.
I'm to marry in the winter,
Farewell, and she gave him her hand,
As she gathered her robes around her,
And left him alone on the strand.
She leaned from the carriage window,
With her beautiful, haughty face,
She was so perfectly lovely
All clad in satin and lace.
He gazed on the crowd of passers
With a face now grave and cold,
A man too soon grow weary,
A man too soon grow old.
And yet she was only flirting,
Only playing a part,
Only a man's life blighted,
Only a broken heart.
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