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A Poets Wooing

I woo'd a woman once,

But she was sharper than an eastern wind.

Tennyson"What may I do to make you glad,

To make you glad and free,

Till your light smiles

And your bright eyes

Like sunbeams on the sea?

Read some rhyme that is blithe and

Of a bright May morn and a marriage day?"And she sighed in a listless way she had,—"Do not read—it will make me sad!""What shall I do to make you glad—To make you glad and gay,

Till your eyes gleam

As the stars at

When as light as the light of

Sing some song as I twang the

Of my sweet guitar through its wanderings?"And she sighed in the weary way she had,—"Do not sing—it will make me sad!""What can I do to make you glad—As glad as glad can be,

Till your clear eyes

Like the rays that

And glint through a dew-decked tree?—Will it please you, dear, that I now beginA grand old air on my violin?"And she spoke again in the following way,—"Yes, oh yes, it would please me, sir;

I would be so glad you'd

Some grand old march—in character,—And then as you march awayI will no longer thus be sad,

But oh, so glad—so glad—so glad!"

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James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known a…
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