by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

As fair as morn, as fresh as May
Language: English 
As fair as morn, as fresh as May
a pretty grace in saying Nay;
smil'st thou sweet heart? then sing and say
ta na na no.
But O that love-enchanting eye,
lo here my doubtful doom I try:
Tell me my sweet, live I or die?
She smiles. She frowns. Ay me, I die.

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Researcher for this text: Bart O'Brien

This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 8
Word count: 54