 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
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WHY MEET ME WITH ASPECT SO CHILLING?
I.
Why meet me with aspect so chilling,As if our last squabble were aught
But love, making piquant the willing,
By a breeze from good policy caught?
Were there nothing but sunshine between us,
No gusts sudden ruffling our sky,
I'd seek a more changeable Venus,
And bid your tame beauties “good-by!”
Yes, I would!
Bid all your tame beauties “good-by!”
II.
Your eyes are quite precious when smiling,Yet nothing it vexes me when,
In a miff, they give over their wiling,
And show me some foul weather then!
But be cloudy or clear, only time it
So that storm shall not rule through the year;
And be quick in your changes of climate,
Whenever you're called on “to clear!”
Yes, be quick!
You must shift as the wind does, my dear!
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