Poems (Lambert)/Found—who Lost?
FOUND—WHO LOST?
LADY, tell me, will you, pray, Why that cheek of roseate hue;Why so downcast, fond, yet shy, Is thine eye of heavenly blue?
Let my eye gaze into thine; Let me scan each fold of hair;Let me gaze upon thy cheek— By George! I've found the secret there
Lady, lady, tell me, pray, How you could do a thing so rash?Found what was not lost by you, One little hair from dark moustache!
So firmly printed on thy face! There—I detach it from the spot;Now blush no more—thy secret's safe, Known but to me, I'll tell it not.