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THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE 
 
 
I am the hound, sweet seer !   
 And you the hare I started. 
Shall I escape a tear, 
 And you go broken-hearted ?   
 
VII 
Kiss me !  no one sees. 
 There—good-bye the last time !   
Now, please !  Luck’s ease is threes. 
What a kiss !  what a squeeze !   
Dot the i’s !  cross the t’s !   
 Half a day’s a vast time !   
Tragedies, Comedies, 
Pantomime and pastime !