The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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WILT THOU BE PLEASED?
Wilt thou be pleased, fair Gertrude, with my song?
Shall I pursuing thee, behold the flush
Of pleasure on thy cheeks—mark that soft blush
Which tells a mortal bard that love is strong?
Thou art an Angel; art thou Woman too?
As thou dost pass the pearl-paved streets along
Will some sweet echo in thine ears renew
These rhythmic thoughts that now around thee throng?
Shall I pursuing thee, behold the flush
Of pleasure on thy cheeks—mark that soft blush
Which tells a mortal bard that love is strong?
Thou art an Angel; art thou Woman too?
As thou dost pass the pearl-paved streets along
Will some sweet echo in thine ears renew
These rhythmic thoughts that now around thee throng?
Oh, lady, put thy dear face down to mine
To-night from heaven—so—now let me, love,
Within thy wonderful soft tresses twine
This rose of song—so—carry it above,
Be not ashamed: to-morrow in the height
Of heaven that rose shall whisper of to-night.
To-night from heaven—so—now let me, love,
Within thy wonderful soft tresses twine
This rose of song—so—carry it above,
Be not ashamed: to-morrow in the height
Of heaven that rose shall whisper of to-night.
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