POEMS.
53
MY ROSE OF MAY.
The sunlight lingers on the hill,
For love of you, my rose of May;
I ve lingered here, against my will,
For that same reason, many a day.
"The sun comes back to-morrow!" True!
By then I shall be far away.
Perhaps he's nothing else to do;
I own I have, my rose of May.
For love of you, my rose of May;
I ve lingered here, against my will,
For that same reason, many a day.
"The sun comes back to-morrow!" True!
By then I shall be far away.
Perhaps he's nothing else to do;
I own I have, my rose of May.
In old days women ruled the world,
And men knew how to wait, they say;
But love-locks now have come uncurled
And chivalry has passed away.
Man has found out he has a will:
If too exacting prove your sway,
Why, Jack will find another Jill,
Less hard to please, my rose of May.
And men knew how to wait, they say;
But love-locks now have come uncurled
And chivalry has passed away.
Man has found out he has a will:
If too exacting prove your sway,
Why, Jack will find another Jill,
Less hard to please, my rose of May.
