Hallo! My Fancy, Whither Wilt Thou Go?
Swift as the tide in the river
The blood flows through my heart,
At the curious little fancy
That to-morrow we must part.
It seems to me all over,
The last words have been said;
And I have the curious fancy
To-morrow will find me dead!
Elizabeth Stoddard
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