TWO OPINIONS.
Prithee, tell me, dimple chin, At what age dues love begin? Your blue eyes have scarcely seen Summers three, my fairy Queen, But a miracle of sweets. Soft approaches, sly retreats. Show the little archer there. Hidden in your pretty hair: When didst learn a heart to win? Prithee tell me, dimple chin. ‘O,’ the rosy lips reply, •I can’t tell you if I try. ’Tis so long 1 can’t remember: Ask some younger lass than I.' Tell, O tell me. grizzled face. Do your heart and head keep pace? When does the hoary love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow? Care you still soft hands to press. Bonny heads to smooth and bless? When does love give up the chase? Tell, O tell me, grizzled face. ‘Ah,’ the wise old lips reply, ‘Youth may pass and strength may die. But of love I can’t foretoken; Ask some older sage than I.’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue VIII, 19 February 1898, Page 231
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166TWO OPINIONS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue VIII, 19 February 1898, Page 231
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