Phyllis and Damon

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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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!)