English poem
Not At Home
That Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know; but ne'er expect to find Love without Jealousy.
She has a strange cast in her ee, A swart sour-visaged maid-- But yet Love's own twin-sister she, His house-mate and his shade.
Ask for her and she'll be denied:-- What then? they only mean Their mistress has lain down to sleep, And can't just then be seen.
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