'Twas a violet blue,
That she plucked me so shy,
In her pert way so true,
'Twas a violet blue,
Might that sweet hand I woo!
Was there love in that sigh?
'Twas a violet blue
That she plucked me so shy.
'Twas a rapturous kiss,
That I stole in a trice-
Stay sweet moment of bliss!
'Twas a rapturous kiss,
Was there right there a miss,
Rosy gems without price?
'Twas a rapturous kiss,
That I stole in a trice.
'Twas a "No" on a mit
That she sent me so sad,
With her deft fingers knit;
'Twas a "No" on a mit,
Nothing more-cruel wit!
Was the symbol so bad?
'Twas a "No" on mit
That she sent me so sad.
[Mercury.
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