RAPTURE ON MY LAP

I knew a dame,

Whose heart was dear,

Her love was fame,

Her light was clear.

She gave her heart,

To that young man,

Who made a start,

That fits her plan.

But soon it seems,

For then he changed,

He packed his things,

And left estranged.

She cried and wept,

And felt so weak,

On me she cleft,

And soon fell sick.

Her light was gone,

Her love was dead,

The deed was done,

Her soul was red.

She told her tale,

To me all day,

And then bewailed,

Till she grew pale.

Then came the nap,

That stopped her shame,

Right on my lap,

Her rapture came.

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