Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY LADY WITH THE DROOPING ROSE, by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER



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MY LADY WITH THE DROOPING ROSE, by            
First Line: My lady's young, my lady's fair
Last Line: My lady, oh my lady.
Subject(s): Conformity; Women; Women - North Carolina; Women - Secluding


My Lady's young, my Lady's fair,
Her lips are like the drooping rose,
And soft and silken is her hair,
Her smile so sweet, that if she chose
To charm away my dark despair
With one such boon, my night would close;
My Lady, Oh my Lady.

My Lady's young, my Lady's sweet,
No nectar of ambrosial brew
In sweetness with her can compete,
The richest wine of ruddy hue
Compared to her is incomplete
And tasteless as the summer dew;
My Lady, Oh my Lady.

My Lady's young, my Lady's proud,
She rules my heart with iron hand,
No arrant knave was e'er as cowed
As I, when treading Cupid's land,
My anxious heart doth beat so loud
I fear the world will understand;
My Lady, Oh my Lady.





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