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Former Beauties

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These market-dames, mid-aged, with lips thin-drawn,      And tissues sere,     Are they the ones we loved in years agone,      And courted here?     Are these the muslined pink young things to whom      We vowed and swore     In nooks on summer Sundays by the Froom,      Or Budmouth shore?     Do they remember those gay tunes we trod      Clasped on the green;     Aye; trod till moonlight set on the beaten sod      A satin sheen?     They must forget, forget! They cannot know      What once they were,     Or memory would transfigure them, and show      Them always fair.

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