Her what she was to him. Laughing and crying,
She asked assurances theres no denying.
Over and over again her questions, till
He quite convinced her, every now and then
She kissed him, shivering as though doubting still.
But later when they were composed and when
She dared relax her probings, Lottachen,
He asked, how is it your love has withstood
My inadvertence? I was made of wood.
She told him, and no doubt she meant it truly,
That he was sun, and grass, and wind, and sky
To her. And even if conscience were unruly
She salved it by neat sophistries, but why
Suppose her insincere, it was no lie
She said, for Heinrich was as much forgot
As though hed never been within earshot.
But Theodores hands in straying and caressing
Fumbled against the locket where it lay
Upon her neck. What is this thing Im pressing?
He asked. Lets bring it to the light of day.
He lifted up the locket. It should stay
Outside, my Dear. Your mother has good taste.
To keep it hidden surely is a waste.
Pity again Charlotta, straight aroused
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