Girl's sweetness to befriend.
Heart, shy; all my own!
On whose play-day, the rude
Does never intrude.
I'd wished; and had thought it
Enough of a bold step
When one's trill-voiced appeal
Rose. Too sweetly real!
I'd one to choose; as oft
Un-complimentary-faced
Bashful turned off. Now tears
Rue a life of fears.
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