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TELEPATHY 
 
(His thought.) FROM gloomy London oversea 
 My lady sends a letter. 
My credit’s gone :  the Deity 
 May write me down a debtor, 
For I had thought that I was free— 
 I find I have a fetter !   
 
(Her thought.) 
Yea ;  must some god announce afresh 
No more they are twain ;  they are 
one flesh ? ” 
 
 
For here I sit and laugh and smoke 
 And play with youth and pleasure ;   
Life is a dream, and death a joke, 
 And love a thing of leisure— 
The dance is done, the spell is broke, 
 And marred the merry measure !   
 
Yea ;  my small kiss is somehow worth 
The love of all the boys on earth !   
 
 
The shy sweet smiles, the tender eyes 
 And bodies slim that woo me ;