Treasured Memories.
The playful way thy wanton hair Was tossing in the wind; Thy girlish, vain vexation Is treasured in my mind. Held in my heart each sacred spot, O'er which we roamed at will: The rose that bloomed upon thy breast Blooms in my memory still. Still do I see thy sunny smile, In sportive dimples traced, Like truant beams of morning light By flitting fairies chased. Thy merry, maiden laughter still Is ringing in my ear, As silver streams in sylvan shades Make music sweet to hear.
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"The playful way thy wanton hair..."
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