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LITTLE head against my shoulder, / Shy at first, then somewhat bolder, / And up-eyed; / Till she, with a timid quaver, / Yielded to the kiss I gave her; / But, she sighed.
That there mingled with her feeling / Some sad thought she was concealing / It implied. / -Not that she had ceased to love me, / None on earth she set above me; / But she sighed.
She could not disguise a passion, / Dread, or doubt, in weakest fashion / If she tried: / Nothing seemed to hold us sundered, / Hearts were victors; so I wondered / Why she sighed.
Afterwards I knew her throughly, / And she loved me staunchly, truly, / Till she died; / But she never made confession / Why, at that first sweet concession, / She had sighed.
It was in our May, remember; / And though now I near November, / And abide / Till my appointed change, unfretting, / Sometimes I sit half regretting / That she sighed.