The Two-Fold Suprise
SHE snapt her fingers, on her heel,
Her sweet boot-heel, she turned and left me;
What did I feel?—What could I feel,
At what of paradise had reft me?
I swooning lay; my soul away
To hell had fled, by madness driven—
Where—where!—she met again the pet,
Who’d come to coax her back to—heaven!
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