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First Line: The last time that we quarrell'd, love
Last Line: You'll kiss me, and be friends.
Subject(s): Quarrels; Arguments; Disagreements


THE last time that we quarrell'd, love,
It was an April day,
And through the gushing of the rain,
That beat against the window-pane,
We saw the sunbeams play.
The linnet never ceased its song,
Merry it seem'd, and free; --
"Your eyes have long since made it up,
And why not lips?" quoth he --
You thought; -- I thought; -- and so 'twas done --
Under the greenwood tree.

The next time that we quarrel, love,
Far distant be the day,
Of chiding look or angry word!
We'll not forget the little bird
That sang upon the spray.
Amid your tears, as bright as rain
When Heaven's fair bow extends,
Your eyes shall mark where love begins,
And cold estrangement ends; --
You'll think; -- I'll think; -- and as of old,
You'll kiss me, and be friends.





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