Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE IDYL OF THE STRAP, by ANONYMOUS



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THE IDYL OF THE STRAP, by                    
First Line: "she spoke to me, her voice was low"
Last Line: "and, as our glances mixed, she took / my seat"
Subject(s): Comedy


SHE spoke to me, her voice was low
And sweet,
With hidden thought I could not know
Replete.
She cast on me a lingering look
That all my inmost being shook,
And, as our glances mixed, she took
My seat.





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