Classic Poem

Hugh's deep tones had a lordly ring,
Hugh's dark hair was a wondrous thing;
His eyes, when a pleading glance he gave,
Were deep and dark as a mermaid's grave;
A blood-red rose was the gift he brought,
Love's tender token of fervent thought,
But tho' he vowed that he loved me well,
My answer ever was, " Time will tell. "

Frank came too, with a girl's face sweet,
Frank's blonde hair had the glint of wheat;
Eyes like bits of high heaven's own blue,
He brought me lilies and wooed me, too.
But, tho' he laid his heart at my feet,
In tones enchantingly soft and sweet,
I ne'er could say for the life of me,
That I from doubt of his love was free.

Will's grey eyes were both shy and brave,
Will's brown hair had a witching wave,
His love-quick sigh as he gazed on me
Was soft as an echoed symphony.
But when he laid on my bosom's fold
Our own sweet wattle bloom, green and gold,
I said, as I looked in his eyes so true,
" I know that you love me, and I love you. "