Poems (Hoffman)/Song (My merry maid in the maple shade)
For works with similar titles, see Song.
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My merry maid in the maple shade,With the fresh, green leaves above you,With your child-like face and your artless grace,Oh, who could help but love you!
And I would not break for your own sweet sake,Your dreams, all their fairies routing,And idly change, with a truth so strange,Your young heart's faith to doubting.