Last night, mother, he told me so, <br />As we walked by the pebbly stream; <br />And I wake so happy--so wild with joy, <br />It seems like a fairy dream. <br />But his charming voice is ringing in my ear, <br />As a dream voice chould not be-- <br />He's the best man, you know, in the whole wide world, <br />And he loves--he only love me. <br /> <br />Kiss me, mother, and share the joy <br />That has on my fortune smiled; <br />You have shared myu sorrows when e'er I wept, <br />Since I was a little child <br />Do you chide me now? what could your darling do, <br />When he pleads with bended knee? <br />He's the best man, you know, in the whole wide world, <br />And he loves--he only loves me. <br /> <br />Leave you, mother, it brings a pang <br />To this light and bounding heart; <br />But if he were calling, the bride would go, <br />Tho' you and the daughter part. <br />At a word from him, a beckon of his hand, <br />I would cross the rolling sea-- <br />He's the best man, you know, in the whole wide world, <br />And he loves--he only loves me.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-love-dream/
