AH! you are fair, I must confess, My pretty, blue-eyed shepherdess, -- Too fair, alas! not to adore; And yet, though wooed for years a score, You still refuse me a caress. But in that dainty, charming dress You seem too sweet to e'er distress A lover's heart -- (list, I implore!) Ah! you are fair. Who could believe you pitiless? That laughing pout, that wanton tress Proclaim you true. Can I say more? Ah me! I knew you well of yore, And -- now adieu, fair shepherdess! (Ah! you are fair.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |