TELL your love where the roses blow, <br />And the hearts of the lilies quiver, <br />Not in the city's gleam and glow, <br />But down by a half-sunned river. <br />Not in the crowded ball-room's glare, <br />That would be fatal, Marie, Marie, <br />How can she answer you then and there? <br />So come then and stroll with me, my dear, <br />Down where the birds call, Marie, Marie.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diplomacy-6/
