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Of a Lady.
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OF A LADY.
Her house is nearly in the town,
Yet shady branches round it lower;
Her tea is always on the board
At half-past four.
Yet shady branches round it lower;
Her tea is always on the board
At half-past four.
Her fireside has a friendly look,
There’s something happy in the air.
Her cream is such, you rarely now
Meet any where,
There’s something happy in the air.
Her cream is such, you rarely now
Meet any where,
I like her eyes, I like her hair,
I like that pretty, simple dress
(Paris, and cost 500 francs
No penny less.)
I like that pretty, simple dress
(Paris, and cost 500 francs
No penny less.)
Pardon my inconsiderate words,
I should not write on themes like these.
(Her shoes are neat; you’d never think
They’re No. 3’s.)
I should not write on themes like these.
(Her shoes are neat; you’d never think
They’re No. 3’s.)
She likes this shaded corner best,
The rosy lamp, the Dresden set,
A friend,—or two perhaps,—a waft
Of mignonette.
The rosy lamp, the Dresden set,
A friend,—or two perhaps,—a waft
Of mignonette.
And some ane touches, in the gloom,
The harp’s mysterious wailing strings,
And thoughts that never spoke in words,
Take music’s wings.
The harp’s mysterious wailing strings,
And thoughts that never spoke in words,
Take music’s wings.
Dear friend, though tired and far away,
I still can seek your door in Spain,
Sit still beside your fire and drink
That tea again!
I still can seek your door in Spain,
Sit still beside your fire and drink
That tea again!