C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

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A Group of Indian Epigrams: The Lost Heart

HE—Remember me, O lady-love, pray I.

She—I’ll have no memory, sir, for thee, say I.

He—Remembrance is a duty of the heart.

She—But mine is stolen: thou the robber art.

(“Where beauty moves and wit delights,

And sighs of kindness bind me,—

There, oh there, where’er I go,

I leave my heart behind me.”)

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