• Though, when other maids stand by,
    I may deign thee no reply,
    Turn not then away, and sigh,—
        Smile, and never heed me!
    If our love, indeed, be such
    As must thrill at every touch,
    Why should others learn as much?—
        Smile, and never heed me!

    Even if, with maiden pride,
    I should bid thee quit my side,
    Take...

  • Her smile was shaped like other smiles —

    The Dimples ran along —

    And still it hurt you, as some Bird

    Did hoist herself, to sing,

    Then recollect a Ball, she got —

    And hold upon the Twig,

    Convulsive, while the Music broke —

    Like Beads — among the Bog —