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LXXXIV. FOR THEE I BRAID AND BIND MY HAIR.
For thee I braid and bind my hair
With fragrant flowers—for only thee;
Thy sweet approval all my care,—
Thy love, the world to me!
With fragrant flowers—for only thee;
Thy sweet approval all my care,—
Thy love, the world to me!
For thee I fold my russet gown
With simple grace—for thee, for thee!
No other eyes in all the town
Shall look with love on me.
With simple grace—for thee, for thee!
No other eyes in all the town
Shall look with love on me.
For thee my lightsome lute I tune,
For thee,—it else were mute—for thee!
The blossom to the bee, in June,
Is less than thou to me.
For thee,—it else were mute—for thee!
The blossom to the bee, in June,
Is less than thou to me.
| Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | |