Where is another sweet as my sweet, Fine of the fine, and shy of the shy? Fine little hands, fine little feet -- Dewy blue eye. Shall I write to her? shall I go? Ask her to marry me by and by? Somebody said that she 'd say no; Somebody knows that she'll say ay! Ay or no, if ask'd to her face? Ay or no, from shy of the shy? Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below -- Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye. Somebody said that she'd say no; Somebody knows that she'll say ay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RIDDLE: TEETH AND GUMS by MOTHER GOOSE THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE LANGUID SEPTEMBER by ANNE MILLAY BREMER OUR ITALIAN JOURNEY by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |