Stand not uttering sedately Trite oblivious praise above her! Rather say you saw her lately Lightly kissing her last lover. Whisper not, 'There is a reason Why we bring her no white blossom:' Since the snowy bloom's in season Strow it on her sleeping bosom: Oh, for it would be a pity To o'erpraise her or to flout her: She was wild, and sweet, and witty -- Let's not say dull things about her. |