by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

Jenny
Language: English 
With laughing looks I once arose,
How dark so-e’er the day;
Now sadly ev’ry sunburst shows,
For joy has fled away,
Jenny; For joy has fled away!

Nor flocks, nor herds, nor store of gold,
Nor broad estate have I;
If beauty must be bought or sold,
Alas! I cannot buy,
Jenny; Alas! I cannot buy.

Yet I’ll be rich, if you’ll be kind,
And once again agree
To bear me still in loving mind,
Till I’ve a home for thee,
Jenny; A home till death for thee.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
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