 | Along the way by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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AFTER TEA.
Yes, somewhere far off on the ocean,
A lover is sailing to me—
A beautiful lover! Nurse found him
To-night in my cup, after tea.
A lover is sailing to me—
A beautiful lover! Nurse found him
To-night in my cup, after tea.
Whenever the cruel wind whistles,
I'll think of that ship on the sea,
And tremble with terror lest something
May happen quite dreadful to me.
I'll think of that ship on the sea,
And tremble with terror lest something
May happen quite dreadful to me.
And then, when the moon rises softly,
I hardly can sleep in my glee,
For I'll know that its beautiful splendor
Is lighting my lover to me.
I hardly can sleep in my glee,
For I'll know that its beautiful splendor
Is lighting my lover to me.
But oh, if he should come! Why, Nursey,
I'd hide like a mouse. Deary me!
What nonsense it is! But you should n't
Be finding such things in my tea.
I'd hide like a mouse. Deary me!
What nonsense it is! But you should n't
Be finding such things in my tea.
| Along the way by Mary Mapes Dodge | |