My Sweetheart

MY SWEETHEART


                                    In her eyes of sweetest brown
                                    Love himself hath set him down ;

                                    On her gentle pouting lips
                                    Love hath laid his finger-tips ;

                                    And her cheek, 'tis plain to see,
                                    Love hath kissed to torture me.


                                    Love himself must go in fear
                                    Lest one win this dainty Dear,

                                    Since of all the maids he sees
                                    She, my Sweet, is first to please !

                                                                                                RICCARDO STEPHENS

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MLA citation: Stephens, Riccardo. "My Sweetheart." The Evergreen 1 (1895): 65. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2016. Web. [Date of access] http://1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=EGV1_stephens_sweetheart.html