A Love Song

( XVIII. CENT .)

When first in C ELIA'S ear I poured
A yet unpractised pray'r,
My trembling tongue sincere ignored
The aids of " sweet " and " fair. "
I only said, as in me lay,
I'd strive her " worth " to reach;
She frowned, and turned her eyes away, —
So much for truth in speech.

Then D ELIA came. I changed my plan;
I praised her to her face;
I praised her features, — praised her fan,
Her lap-dog and her lace;
I swore that not till Time were dead
My passion should decay;
She, smiling, gave her hand, and said
'Twill last then — for a D AY .
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