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Poems

by T. Westwood

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“HOW SHALL I WOO THEE?”

How shall I woo thee?
Shall I tell how much I love?
Shall I vow to love for ever?
Will fond prayers your pity move?
Will you yield to Truth's endeavour?
Will that subdue thee?
Or must Hope still sigh in vain,
Still be crush'd by cold Disdain!
How shall I woo thee?
Shall I strive to win love's smile,
By the aid of wit's invention?
Will rich gifts your heart beguile,
Bend your pride to condescension?
Will they subdue thee?

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No! then Hope still sighs in vain,
Still is crush'd by cold Disdain!
How shall I woo thee?
If you knew how changing years,
Guiltless of all change have found me,
Then perchance these torturing fears
And sad doubts might cease to wound me.
That might subdue thee;
Hope might no more sigh in vain,
Nor be crush'd by cold Disdain!
How shall I woo thee?
I have no o'ermastering spell,
Apathy's cold chain to sever,
No strong charm—I can but tell
That my peace is gone for ever,
If nought subdue thee;
Oh, bid Hope resume its reign,—
Let Love triumph o'er Disdain.