What shall I bring you, sweet?
A posy prankt with every April hue:
The cloud-white daisy, violet sky-blue,
Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through?
Or shall I bring you, sweet,
Some ancient rhyme of lovers sore beset,
Whose joy is dead, whose sadness lingers yet,
That you may read, and sigh, and soon forget?
What shall I bring you, sweet?
Was ever trifle yet so held amiss
As not to fill love's waiting heart with bliss,
And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss?
Trifles
John Charles Mcneill
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Poem topics: I love you, cloud, heart, joy, kiss, sky, sunshine, blue, white, ancient, forget, violet, rhyme, april, love, april fools, long, sweet, bring, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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