Poems (McDonald)/To Annie
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Chilled by winter's frosts and snows,
Where hath fled the summer rose?
Hath it lost its flush of pride?
Are its red leaves scattered wide?
No—its beauties would you seek,
Lo, they bloom on Annie's cheek.
TO ANNIE.
a valentine.
Chilled by winter's frosts and snows,
Where hath fled the summer rose?
Hath it lost its flush of pride?
Are its red leaves scattered wide?
No—its beauties would you seek,
Lo, they bloom on Annie's cheek.
What hath hid the gentle star
In its azure home afar?
Have the clouds with envious blight,
Curtained all its pearly light?
Look not for the star on high—
See, it beams in Annie's eye.
In its azure home afar?
Have the clouds with envious blight,
Curtained all its pearly light?
Look not for the star on high—
See, it beams in Annie's eye.
Summer sunbeams, where are ye?
Bring once more your joys to me:
Must we sigh, alas! in vain,
For your ardent glance again?
Ask not summer suns the while,
If ye bask in Annie's smile.
Bring once more your joys to me:
Must we sigh, alas! in vain,
For your ardent glance again?
Ask not summer suns the while,
If ye bask in Annie's smile.
Who so true, so fair as she
Whom adored so faithfully?
Airy shape, and faultless feature,
Rivaling every mortal creature—
Tell me, what can most beguile?
Annie's cheek, and eye, and smile.
Whom adored so faithfully?
Airy shape, and faultless feature,
Rivaling every mortal creature—
Tell me, what can most beguile?
Annie's cheek, and eye, and smile.