Page:Cheskian Anthology.pdf/151

 to you, if I allow

Youths of love to chatter;

Let them rattle at my door,

Surely 'tis no matter!

marry—wherefore talk—

Wherefore talk, my mother;

Am I yet a year too young?

Must I wait another?

! I'm young—and I am fair—

Gay—blue-eyed and airy—

Would you know the maiden's name,

Sir! her name is Mary!

means that cheating, chattering bird

Upon the oaken tree?

"The maid a lover hath," I heard,

"And yet so pale is she"