 | Forest buds, from the woods of Maine |  |
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TWICE-TOLD.
There is something I would tell you
If it would not make you frown,
If it would not bring so closely
Round your face those tresses brown,
If it would not make your lashes
Droop so beautifully down!
If it would not make you frown,
If it would not bring so closely
Round your face those tresses brown,
If it would not make your lashes
Droop so beautifully down!
There is something I would ask you
If I thought you'd answer “Yes,”—
If you would not coldly scatter
All my daring dreams of bliss,
If you'd crown with sweet approval
All my hopes of happiness!
If I thought you'd answer “Yes,”—
If you would not coldly scatter
All my daring dreams of bliss,
If you'd crown with sweet approval
All my hopes of happiness!
May I whisper? What I'd tell you
Is,—I love you,—you alone,—
What I'd ask you is,—oh, dearest
Will you,—will you be mine own?
Nay, look up,—I've only told you
Something which you long have known!
Is,—I love you,—you alone,—
What I'd ask you is,—oh, dearest
Will you,—will you be mine own?
Nay, look up,—I've only told you
Something which you long have known!
| Forest buds, from the woods of Maine | |