Lines to an Indian Air
Dearest Madge,
Would my Poly know if I love let her take
My last thought at night and the first when I awake?
Let her think what odd whimsies I have in my brain
When I read one page over and over again
And discover at last that I read them in vain.
And lastly when summoned to drink to my flame
Let her guess why I never mention her name
Though herself and the lassie I love are the same.
Would my Poly know if I love let her take
My last thought at night and the first when I awake?
Let her think what odd whimsies I have in my brain
When I read one page over and over again
And discover at last that I read them in vain.
And lastly when summoned to drink to my flame
Let her guess why I never mention her name
Though herself and the lassie I love are the same.
I loved thee once, I love thee still
And fell this world asunder
My loves eternal flame would rise
Midst chaos crash and thunder.
Two rubies on those lips of thine
Unrivalled in fresh glory
Happy is the man to whom
They whisper their love story.
And fell this world asunder
My loves eternal flame would rise
Midst chaos crash and thunder.
Two rubies on those lips of thine
Unrivalled in fresh glory
Happy is the man to whom
They whisper their love story.
Good night my love! The night is ill
Which shows those we should unite
Let us remain together still
Then it will be good night.
Which shows those we should unite
Let us remain together still
Then it will be good night.
