 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
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TO H---.
Dont say you are not pretty!
With that fair, frank brow of thine,
And those eyes, where truth and tenderness
So eloquently shine.
With that fair, frank brow of thine,
And those eyes, where truth and tenderness
So eloquently shine.
Dont say you are not charming,
While that cheek so softly glows
With the loveliest and lightest hue,
That warms the summer rose.
While that cheek so softly glows
With the loveliest and lightest hue,
That warms the summer rose.
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With thy silken ringlets shadowing
The smiling beauty there,
As clouds, the soft vermillion, veil,
That radiant morn doth wear.
The smiling beauty there,
As clouds, the soft vermillion, veil,
That radiant morn doth wear.
I would bid you ask your glass, love;
But those modest eyes—I know it—
Will distrust the light reflections,
Both of mirror and of poet!
But those modest eyes—I know it—
Will distrust the light reflections,
Both of mirror and of poet!
Ah! could you look into my heart
And watch your image there!
You would own the sunny loveliness
Affection makes it wear.
And watch your image there!
You would own the sunny loveliness
Affection makes it wear.
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