Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Thomas MooreWhen I Loved You
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I had many an exquisite minute;
But the scorn that I feel for you now
Hath even more luxury in it!
Some witchery seems to await you;
To love you is pleasant enough,
And oh! ’t is delicious to hate you!