Poem by Dinah Maria Craik

My Love Annie

SOFT of voice and light of hand
As the fairest in the land--
Who can rightly understand
My love Annie?

Simple in her thoughts and ways,
True in every word she says,--
Who shall even dare to praise
My love Annie?

Midst a naughty world and rude
Never in ungentle mood;
Never tired of being good--
My love Annie.

Hundreds of the wise and great
Might o'erlook her meek estate;
But on her good angels wait,
My love Annie.

Many or few of the loves that may
Shine upon her silent way,--
God will love her night and day,
My love Annie.

1. In Swanage Bay
2. At Even-Tide
3. Leonora
4. At the Linn-Side, Roslin
5. Rothesay Bay

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