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No protesting, dearest! / Hardly kisses even! / Don't we both know how it ends? / How the greenest leaf turns serest, / Bluest outbreak -- blankest heaven, / Lovers -- friends?
You would build a mansion, / I would weave a bower / -- Want the heart for enterprise. / Walls admit of no expansion: / Trellis-work may haply flower / Twice the size.