MARGERY by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

THE Butterfly loves Mignonette
And every moment deeper sips;
When Winds do shake him by his wings,
He fastens tighter with his lips;
So let the whole world make me shake,
I will not from my true love break.

The bird is perched alone and sings,
Not all the rain can make him stop;
In sooth he singeth more, as though
He'd sing one note for each rain-drop;
So, like that bird, to his heart true,
I'll sing through showers that wet me through.

A thousand trees to every house,
A singing bird in every tree;
And in the midst of these she dwells,
And lives for me -- doth Margery;
Where we can take our sweet love's fill
Shut in a garden green and still.

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