<h2><SPAN name="page89"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>LIFE AND I</h2>
<p class="poetry">Life and I are lovers, straying<br/>
Arm in arm along:<br/>
Often like two children Maying,<br/>
Full of mirth and song,</p>
<p class="poetry">Life plucks all the blooming hours<br/>
Growing by the way;<br/>
Binds them on my brow like flowers,<br/>
Calls me Queen of May.</p>
<p class="poetry">Then again, in rainy weather,<br/>
We sit vis-à-vis,<br/>
Planning work we’ll do together<br/>
In the years to be.</p>
<p class="poetry">Sometimes Life denies me blisses,<br/>
And I frown or pout;<br/>
But we make it up with kisses<br/>
Ere the day is out.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page90"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
90</span>Woman-like, I sometimes grieve him,<br/>
Try his trust and faith,<br/>
Saying I shall one day leave him<br/>
For his rival, Death.</p>
<p class="poetry">Then he always grows more zealous,<br/>
Tender, and more true;<br/>
Loves the more for being jealous,<br/>
As all lovers do.</p>
<p class="poetry">Though I swear by stars above him,<br/>
And by worlds beyond,<br/>
That I love him—love him—love him;<br/>
Though my heart is fond;</p>
<p class="poetry">Though he gives me, doth my lover,<br/>
Kisses with each breath—<br/>
I shall one day throw him over,<br/>
And plight troth with Death.</p>
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