Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Walter Savage LandorNo Longer Jealous
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And I frowned at the things he’d the boldness to say,
But now he’s grown old, he may say what he will,
I laugh at his nonsense and take nothing ill.
For he watches no longer the “slily beloved,”
No longer as once he awakens my fears,
Not a glance he perceives, not a whisper he hears.
For his only delight is to see me admired;
And now pray what better return can I make,
Than to flirt and be always admired—for his sake?