LADY, tell me, will you, pray, Why that cheek of roseate hue; Why so downcast, fond, yet shy, Is thine eye of heavenly blue? Let my eye gaze into thine; Let me scan each fold of hair; Let me gaze upon thy cheek -- By George! I've found the secret there. Lady, lady, tell me, pray, How you could do a thing so rash? Found what was not lost by you, One little hair from dark moustache! So firmly printed on thy face! There -- I detach it from the spot; Now blush no more -- thy secret's safe. Known but to me, I'll tell it not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |