 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
LOVE'S SPURNING.
Come row in my painted boat, Jane,
There 's something I would say—
'T is all about your marrying me,
And having your own way.
There 's something I would say—
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And having your own way.
The beanfields wrong your little hands,
Your feet are cold in the dew,
But if you will keep the ring of gold
That I have brought for you;
Your feet are cold in the dew,
But if you will keep the ring of gold
That I have brought for you;
No time of merriment shall fall
But that you shall be there—
Your shoulders wrapt in a shawl of lace,
And an ivory comb in your hair.
But that you shall be there—
Your shoulders wrapt in a shawl of lace,
And an ivory comb in your hair.
Row on in your painted boat, and leave
My beanfields in disgrace—
My sweetheart's arm around my neck
Is better than all your lace!
My beanfields in disgrace—
My sweetheart's arm around my neck
Is better than all your lace!
No ivory comb want I, nor ring,
Nor painted boat, so brave,
And the way that pleases him is all
The way that I care to have.
Nor painted boat, so brave,
And the way that pleases him is all
The way that I care to have.
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |