To a Proud Beauty
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
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"A Valentine"
Though I have loved you well, I ween,
And you, too, fancied me,
Your heart hath too divided been
A constant heart to be.
And like the gay and youthful knight,
Who loved and rode away,
Your fleeting fancy takes a flight
With every fleeting day.
So let it be as you propose,
Tho' hard the struggle be;
'Tis fitter far -- that goodness knows! --
Since we cannot agree.
Let's quarrel once for all, my sweet,
Forget the past -- and then
I'll kiss each pretty girl I meet,
While you'll flirt with the men.
Bu şiiri puanla
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