miscellaneous poems.
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Hero.—"And here's another,
Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick."—Shakspeare.
Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
Containing her affection unto Benedick."—Shakspeare.
TO ———
Yes, love me for myself alone,
And love me very truly!—
Ye all are apt to promise this,
When ye have loved but newly.
And love me very truly!—
Ye all are apt to promise this,
When ye have loved but newly.
Remember that this cheek will fade—
Mine eyes lose all their brightness.
And the fairy foot, you flatter now,
In age—forget its lightness.
Mine eyes lose all their brightness.
And the fairy foot, you flatter now,
In age—forget its lightness.
I plight thee here an honest heart,
A heart that feels sincerely—
I never thought I could have lov'd
As I do love thee—dearly.
A heart that feels sincerely—
I never thought I could have lov'd
As I do love thee—dearly.
Then trust me, as I've trusted thee
And with a love as real;
Nor fancy me a goddess born,
Beware of the ideal.
And with a love as real;
Nor fancy me a goddess born,
Beware of the ideal.
