A LOVE SONG
Reading edition
Upon a bosom snowy white A little dimpled chin drops down, While trembling shy lids hide the light Of love, new born in eyes dark brown. A tiny timorous hand seeks mine For shelter, fluttering like a dove; And with a rapture half divine I burn my kisses through its glove. June’s rosy treasures sweetly blend Upon her cheek and modest brow, But only Cupid’s self could lend The crimson stealing o’er them now. Her voice makes music of my name, A heaven of love is in her smile, Her pure mind, like an altar-flame, Burns clear and steady all the while.