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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

After the Quarrel

Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833–1870)

HE never gave me a chance to speak,

And he call’d her—worse than a dog—

The girl stood up with a crimson cheek,

And I fell’d him there like a log.

I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet—

He feels it more on his brow.

In a thousand years we shall all forget

The things that trouble us now.