LADY VIOLET.
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My little love, with soft, brown eyes, Looks shyly back at me, Beneath the drooping apple bough, She thinks I do not see. I cannot choose, I laugh with her, I catch her merry glee; Or stay you near, or go you far, Oh, little love, how sweet you are! A hue, like light within a rose, Is dimpling on her cheek, It wins a grace, it deepens now With every airy freak; A love-light in the rose like this, Ah, you may vainly seek; It shines for me, no shadows mar, Oh, little love, how fair you are! My heart clings to her pretty words, They will not be forgot; My happy brain will not discern, If they be wise or not. To ever be so charmed, so blessed, Ah, this were happy lot. My own, shine ever like a star Upon my life, so true you are.
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