 | The poems (1969) |  |
28 [Song Intended for She Stoops to Conquer]
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Ah, me! when shall I marry me?
Lovers are plenty but fail to relieve me.
He, fond youth, that could carry me,
Offers to love but means to deceive me.
Lovers are plenty but fail to relieve me.
He, fond youth, that could carry me,
Offers to love but means to deceive me.
But I will rally and combat the ruiner:
Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover.
She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,
Makes but a penitent, loses a lover.
Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover.
She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,
Makes but a penitent, loses a lover.
| The poems (1969) | |