XLIV

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XLIV

Triumphs⁠—their own or those of friends⁠—

Hopes, frolics, dreams and sentiment

Their harmless conversation blends

With scandal’s trivial ornament.

Then to reward such confidence

Her amorous experience

With mute appeal to ask they seem⁠—

But Tania just as in a dream

Without participation hears,

Their voices nought to her impart

And the lone secret of her heart,

Her sacred hoard of joy and tears,

She buries deep within her breast

Nor aught confides unto the rest.