Eugene Field (Юджин Филд)

Suppose

Suppose, my dear, that you were I
  And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
  The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
  I know—and so do you.

And when (so comfortably placed)
  Suppose you only grew aware
That that dear, dainty little waist
  Of hers looked very lonely there;
Pray tell me sooth—what would you do?
  I know, and so do you.

When, having done what I just did
  With not a frown to check or chill,
Suppose her red lips seemed to bid
  Defiance to your lordly will;
Oh, tell me, sweet, what would you do?
  I know, and so do you.

1. Fitte the Fifth
2. The Discreet Collector
3. By My Sweetheart
4. In Praise of Contentment
5. Fitte the Sixth

Phoebe Cary (Фиби Кэри) Suppose ("Suppose, my little lady")

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