O say, my flattering heart,
Loves she like me?
Is her’s thy counterpart,
Throbs it like thee?
Does she remember yet
The spot where first we met,
Which I shall ne’er forget,
Loves she like me?
Soft echoes still repeat
“Loves she like me?”
When on that mossy seat,
Beneath the tree,
I wake...
There were three maidens who loved a king;
They sat together beside the sea;
One cried, “I love him, and I would die
If but for one day he might love me!”
The second whispered, “And I would die
To gladden his life, or make him great.”
The third one spoke not, but gazed afar
With dreamy eyes that were sad as Fate.
The...
Because He loves Her
We will pry and see if she is fair
What difference is on her Face
From Features others wear.
It will not harm her magic pace
That we so far behind —
Her Distances propitiate
As Forests touch the Wind
Not hoping for his notice vast
But...
* * *
Cr—— loves artists as he loves his Meat
He loves the Art but tis the Art to Cheat
