Phyllis and Damon met one day
(Heigho!)
Phyllis was sad, and Damon gray,
Tired with treading a separate way.
Damon sighed for his broken flute:
(Heigho!)
Phyllis went with a noiseless foot
Under the olives stript of fruit.
Met they, parted they, all unsaid?
(Heigho!)
Ah! but a ghost's lips are not red;
Damon was old and Phyllis dead,
(Heigho!)
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