WHILE many a fond and blooming maid <br />Attempts thy heart to gain; <br />And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, <br />Thinks not she strives in vain: <br /> <br />While in those eyes of tender blue <br />They answering passion see, <br />And in thy sweet expression view <br />The charm that conquered me:.... <br /> <br />I still should scorn their winning art, <br />And be, my Henry, blest, <br />If thou wouldst give that precious heart <br />To her who loves thee best.<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-many-a-fond-and-blooming-maid/
