Hallo! My Fancy, Whither Wilt Thou Go?
Elizabeth Stoddard
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!
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