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Phyllis and Damon met one day (Heigho!) Phyllis was sad, and Damon gray, Tired with treading a separate way. Damon sighed for his broken flute : (Heigho!) Phyllis went with a noiseless foot Under the olives stript of fruit. Met they, parted they, all unsaid? (Heigho!) Ah ! but a ghost's lips are not red; Damon was old and Phyllis dead, (Heigho!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONNAUGHT LAMENT by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER A SERVIAN LULLABY by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER APRIL IN IRELAND by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER DIRGE FOR AOINE by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER GOLD SONG by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER MO BOUCHALEEN BWEE (MY YELLOW-HAIRED LAD) by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE COLD WIND by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE FAIRY FIDDLER by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE FAIRY MUSIC by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER THE STRANGERS by NORA (CHESSON) HOPPER |
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