 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
THREE COUSINS
First there's the pretty dark eyed Lou—
A mischief loving nymph she's too—
With wit as quick and heart as true
As ever flash'd
Or heal'd the wound her sharp tongue threw
On beaux abash'd
A mischief loving nymph she's too—
With wit as quick and heart as true
As ever flash'd
Or heal'd the wound her sharp tongue threw
On beaux abash'd
The second is a fairer Queen
Of hearts and arts than e'er was seen
The fairies of the moonlit green
Are naught to Rose,
And where that eye's blue glance has been,
Adieu Repose.
Of hearts and arts than e'er was seen
The fairies of the moonlit green
Are naught to Rose,
And where that eye's blue glance has been,
Adieu Repose.
But of the third I've naught to say
Her name should never grace a lay
That limps so bad, yet by my fay,
I would give much
Aye let her steal my own away
Her heart to catch.
Her name should never grace a lay
That limps so bad, yet by my fay,
I would give much
Aye let her steal my own away
Her heart to catch.
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