My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
Sometimes everything is grace
Sunday evening after dinner
My love plays – talent’s in her...
Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so...