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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A YOUNG MAN, by ANDRE MARIE CHENIER
First Line: I was a mite when she was tall and fair
Last Line: "what treasure wasted! O too happy mite!"
Subject(s): Children; Desire; Childhood
First Line: I was a mite when she was tall and fair
Last Line: "what treasure wasted! O too happy mite!"
Subject(s): Children; Desire; Childhood
I WAS a mite when she was tall and fair;
She smiled on me and bid me nigh her chair.
Perched on her lap my childish hand would glide
Over her hair, her face, her bosom's pride,
While her hand sometimes, fondling and forbearing,
Would feign to chide me for its wanton faring.
And she was kindest when before her bowed
Poor hapless suitors whom her beauty cowed.
How oft (alas! that childhood knows no thrill)
Her kisses on my baby cheek she'd spill!
While her foil'd lovers whispered at the sight,
"What treasure wasted! O too happy mite!"
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