Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion, <br />For no other damsel so wond'rous I see; <br />Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing, <br />I think of no other, my true-love, but thee. <br /> <br /> <br />With heart-burning rapture I gaze on thy beauty, <br />And fly like a bird to the boughs of a tree; <br />Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing, <br />I fancy no other, my true-love, but thee. <br /> <br /> <br />Thus oft in the valley I think, and I wonder <br />Why cannot a maid with her lover agree? <br />Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing, <br />I pine for no other, my true-love, but thee. <br /> <br /> <br />I'd fly from thy frowns with a heart full of sorrow-- <br />Return, pretty damsel, and smile thou on me; <br />By every endeavor, I'll try thee forever, <br />And languish until I am fancied by thee.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-1815/
