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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
To Chloe
By Thomas Moore
I COULD resign that eye of blue
  Howe’er its splendour used to thrill me;
And ev’n that cheek of roseate hue,—
  To lose it, Chloe, scarce would kill me.
That snowy neck I ne’er should miss,        5
  However much I’ve raved about it;
And sweetly as that lip can kiss,
  I think I could exist without it.
In short, so well I’ve learned to fast,
  That, sooth my love, I know not whether        10
I might not bring myself at last,
  To—do without you altogether.

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