ALBERTA, lovely little dame, Of thee I'm thinking ever; Oh, little witch, with eyes of sloe! Thou haunts me, wheresoe'er I go, And grants a respite, never; A victim of thy spell I be, A bondman, robbed of liberty: Show quarter now, and pity me, O, fair Alberta. Thy solemn eyes, are hid from sight By dark-fringed, dusky, curtains; Oh, lift thy orbs, up unto mine, And let one ray of love light shine, To make my faint hopes certain; Oh, from suspense, and misery, Let but a frank smile set me free, Do fair Alberta. Thou surely know I loveth thee, For when I'd show my feeling, Thou seemst in modesty to thwart, The flow of love words from my heart, By chaff and laughter pealing; Oh, show thy own true self to me! And let me show my love to thee, Do shy Alberta. Alberta, all thy little ways, Are so familiar to me, That I am thrilled before you speak; I guess thy smiles, they make me weak, A maudlin, lovesick youth, I be: Oh, break this bitter spell that bind, By giving me that hand of thine, My own Alberta. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 7 by CONRAD AIKEN THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER |