30. Hope Deferred -

" WHAT , fifty pounds!" you said to me,
" Take it of course — a gift you know."
Ah, tenfold more my debt should be
If deed had followed word — but no,
You waited month on month, and though
At last you gave it me, 'tis sad
That gratitude died long ago,
And you are fifty to the bad.
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Martial
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