Emily
She sat ‘neath a large chestnut tree
With roses in her hair
And sang a tune so mild, so free
Such voice! so pure and fair
Her eyes were dark with shining light
Her cheeks were rosy too
Her lips, they form a smile so bright
It caused the birds to coo
A boy stood far and viewed her face
Afraid to thither go
He watched her so for many days
Whilst making sighs of low
She stands up; walks so far away
My lovely Emily
I see her leave and mourn a day
Will ever she love me?
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