For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG
"Lady, let me woo you with song,
Words choicely got,
With strains intense and long."
She smiled and answered not.
"Lady, let me sing you your praises
All through the day,
Hymn you with lovely praises."
She smiled and turned away.
Then I came and caught her hand,
Saying without fear:
"You are mine—do you understand?"
She smiled: "How I love you, dear!"