TO A FRIEND.
You bid me not to love too well,
To clip my fancy's wings;
Not to believe the tales she 'll tell,
Nor listen when she sings.
To clip my fancy's wings;
Not to believe the tales she 'll tell,
Nor listen when she sings.
Perchance the lesson may be good;
But, ah! I have no choice;
The saucy fairy will intrude,
Whene'er she hears your voice.
But, ah! I have no choice;
The saucy fairy will intrude,
Whene'er she hears your voice.
And pertly mimicking your air,
So wise, and so demure;
I quite forget her, and declare
It is not fancy, sure.
So wise, and so demure;
I quite forget her, and declare
It is not fancy, sure.
And when she shakes her beauteous head,
What rainbow lustre glows!
What floods of light are round her shed,
Which all her charms disclose.
What rainbow lustre glows!
What floods of light are round her shed,
Which all her charms disclose.
I start, and, fearful of her wiles,
Would turn a deafened ear;
And then so much like you she smiles,
I cannot choose, but hear.
Would turn a deafened ear;
And then so much like you she smiles,
I cannot choose, but hear.
