 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
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YOUR FROWN I DEFY.
ANEMONE.
Your coldness I heed not,
Your frown I defy,
Your affection I need not;
The time has gone by,
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile
My soul from its safety, with witchery's wile!
Your frown I defy,
Your affection I need not;
The time has gone by,
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile
My soul from its safety, with witchery's wile!
Then, lady, look kindly,
Or frown on me still,
No longer all blindly
I yield to your will!
Too tightly you drew the light reins of command,
And your victim is free—for they broke in your hand
Or frown on me still,
No longer all blindly
I yield to your will!
Too tightly you drew the light reins of command,
And your victim is free—for they broke in your hand
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