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16
THE PROPOSAL
Why warm this bud with loving looks
Denied to me? Turn round and give
The friend that cannot change to flower
A moment sweet to live.
Denied to me? Turn round and give
The friend that cannot change to flower
A moment sweet to live.
Along the woodland's wearying length
A dread was night, a hope was morn.
Believe me, turning is the rose,
Refusal is the thorn.
A dread was night, a hope was morn.
Believe me, turning is the rose,
Refusal is the thorn.
No! Not an inch, nor two, nor half,
But all; unless you darkly choose
To squander on that bud the face
My soul shall never lose!
But all; unless you darkly choose
To squander on that bud the face
My soul shall never lose!
I had not dreamed a maid could whirl
So stormily to dart the zest
Of lightning's sudden self, and tear
With joy her lover's breast.
So stormily to dart the zest
Of lightning's sudden self, and tear
With joy her lover's breast.
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