Tag Archives: yearning

Oh Would The Night

Oh would the night
Wrap me tight
In her longed for arms,
There I would take
In her untried charms.
But she
Would forsake
Come break
Of day
And I
Should sigh
And go dally
With Sally
Or Fay.

My Shirt Blows

My shirt blows
In the morning air.
My thought goes
To where
Girls with long tresses
In summer dresses
The bare.

Lad and lass
Will pass
But I have all this today.