 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
143
TO IRMA
[What shall I write that may hint of my love for you?]
What shall I write that may hint of my love for you?My pen trembles idly, and doubts as it dips.
Teach me some name that is tender enough for you;
Or else hold me silent, my love, with your lips.
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |