Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

In the People’s Park

   MANY’S the time I’ve found your face
      Fresh as a bunch of flowers in May,
   Waiting for me at our own old place
      At the end of the working day.
   Many’s the time I’ve held your hand
      On the shady seat in the People’s Park,
   And blessed the blaring row of the band
      And kissed you there in the dark.

   Many’s the time you promised true,
      Swore it with kisses, swore it with tears:
   “I’ll marry no one without it’s you—
      If we have to wait for years.”
   And now it’s another chap in the Park
      That holds your hand like I used to do;
   And I kiss another girl in the dark,
      And try to fancy it’s you!

1. The Stolen God
2. The Vault
3. Saturday Song
4. Philosophy
5. Incompatibilities

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