Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1856/A Love-Song
A Love-Song
Like sapphires are those eyes of thine,
Thou loveliest, thou sweetest;
And oh! thrice happy is the man,
Whom with true love thou greetest.
Thy heart, it is a diamond,
A beauteous light it showeth,
And oh! thrice happy is the man,
For whom with love it gloweth.
Like rubies are those lips of thine,
So perfect in their moulding;
And oh! thrice happy is the man,
Who's blest with their beholding.
Oh, could I find that happy man,
As he his pathway wended,
Some day, alone, through the green wood
His bliss would soon be ended!