Page:Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems - Randall - 1908.pdf/104

  Dainty Flourine, with your dazzling grace, And the beautiful wonders of your face; May you have nothing but roses to glean,
 * Dainty Flourine!

Darling Flourine, may Time bring to you Days full of music and skies full of blue— Bliss that the saints and the angels have seen,
 * Darling Flourine!

’Twas the morning of Palm Sunday, in Village Adair, And the shy little chapel seemed jubilant there; ’Twas the morn of Palm Sunday, sad Sunday, I ween That I met thee and loved thee, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!

I stood by the pew that was nearest to thine, While gentle St. Agnes, just over the shrine, Yearned tenderly to thee, as if she had seen, Thy face up in Heaven, Alexandrine, Alexandrine!