 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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OH! IF SHE THINKS THE CORD TOO SLENDER
Oh! If she thinks the cord too slender
Which has around my heart been twin'd,
Say little Cupid, won't you lend her
A chain that willing heart to bind,
Whose strength not even she can doubt
Nor ever fear it's wearing out.
Which has around my heart been twin'd,
Say little Cupid, won't you lend her
A chain that willing heart to bind,
Whose strength not even she can doubt
Nor ever fear it's wearing out.
Without a murmur then I'll let her
Imprison it within her breast,
Nor mourn the closeness of the fetter
That holds it in a jail so blest.
But mind! as pledge to keep it whole
Give me hers prisoner on parole.
Imprison it within her breast,
Nor mourn the closeness of the fetter
That holds it in a jail so blest.
But mind! as pledge to keep it whole
Give me hers prisoner on parole.
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