I flipped a silver coin into the air
Deciding thus upon which road to take,
That shining disc to mitigate the dare
Of walking past your house and garden gate;
For many months our hearts had been estranged
But your place lay en route to village pier
And my desire not more than to arrange
Swift passage to a land away from here.
Perhaps I might accost to say goodbye,
Perhaps I might a deafened ear so feign,
Perhaps a sullen tear in your sweet eye
Might lead you there into my arms again;
The coin flies up, I catch and hold in dread
That in my palm shall lie a tail or head.
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