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Poems and Sonnets

By George Barlow

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ANSWER.

No, Sir, you were cross to-day,
Ah, I saw you frown,
'Tis too cold to-night to play,
Listen honeysuckle spray,
Hear my answer, take my “Nay,”
Winding woodwork down.
I am cross to-night as well—
Sir, what did you mean
Praising so that faded belle,
Really I can hardly tell—
Here a pouting rosebud fell
Lifted eyes between;

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Played the waters, played the pair
On the shining sands.
He was handsome, she was fair,
Love was rosy, he was there,
Well the three contented were,
Closely clasped their hands.