The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 45
Amy Lowell
But at the gate once more she held him close And quenched her heart again upon his lips. “My Sweetheart, why this terror? I propose But to be gone one hour! Evening slips Away, this errand must be done.” “Max! Max! First goes my father, if I lose you now!” She grasped him as in panic lest she drown. Softly he laughed, “One hour through the town By moonlight! That’s no place for foul attacks. Dearest, be comforted, and clear that troubled brow.
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