 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
A LOVER'S SIMILE.
Mine eye is but a burning glass,Wherein your smile's too fatal rays
Brought to a focus, set—alas!
My poor heart in a blaze!
| A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England | |
Wherein your smile's too fatal rays
Brought to a focus, set—alas!
My poor heart in a blaze!