 | Songs and poems(1866) |  |
TELL ME, FAIR ONE.
Tell me, my fair one, why so fast
From a fond lover's arms you run?
Why, with that tim'rous cruel haste
His tenderest endearments shun?
From a fond lover's arms you run?
Why, with that tim'rous cruel haste
His tenderest endearments shun?
So flies the fawn, perplex'd with fear,
When from its anxious parent stray'd;
It starts at every breath of air,
And trembles with the trembling shade.
When from its anxious parent stray'd;
It starts at every breath of air,
And trembles with the trembling shade.
So flies the fawn; my fair one so;
But think what different causes move;
It wisely dreads a mortal foe;
You fondly are afraid of love.
But think what different causes move;
It wisely dreads a mortal foe;
You fondly are afraid of love.
Cease then, dear trifler, cease to toy;
Those silly childish airs resign;
Now fit to taste substantial joy,
Quit mamma's cold embrace for mine.
Those silly childish airs resign;
Now fit to taste substantial joy,
Quit mamma's cold embrace for mine.
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