 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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I LOVE MY LOVE.
“I love my love with a Y,
Because he is young,” answered I.
We were only playing a game,
But I spoke in truth, all the same,
And pretended I did not see
The glance that came flashing to me.
Because he is young,” answered I.
We were only playing a game,
But I spoke in truth, all the same,
And pretended I did not see
The glance that came flashing to me.
When next my turn came around
I cast my eyes to the ground
With “I love my love with a G,
Because he is graceful and free.”
And there he sat, wondering, by,
Quite lame!—that I could n't deny.
I cast my eyes to the ground
With “I love my love with a G,
Because he is graceful and free.”
And there he sat, wondering, by,
Quite lame!—that I could n't deny.
And soon, when they wanted to know
Why I loved my love with an O,
I said, with an air of content,
“Why, because he is opulent.”
Then he knew, for he smiled at the word—
Though you would n't have thought that he heard.
Why I loved my love with an O,
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“Why, because he is opulent.”
Then he knew, for he smiled at the word—
Though you would n't have thought that he heard.
Yes, older than I very much,
And walking, poor dear! with a crutch,
And nothing in bank, so they say,
But the little he earns day by day—
Yet young as a child, and his ways
Are graceful beyond poet's praise.
And rich? It was only a game,
Yet I answered in truth, all the same.
And walking, poor dear! with a crutch,
And nothing in bank, so they say,
But the little he earns day by day—
Yet young as a child, and his ways
Are graceful beyond poet's praise.
And rich? It was only a game,
Yet I answered in truth, all the same.
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