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Poem by Arthur William Symons


Her mouth is all of roses,
Her eyes are violets;
And round her cheek at hide and seek
Love plays among the roses
That dimple on her cheek.

Her heart is all caprices,
Her will is yea and nay;
And with a smile can she beguile
My heart to the caprices
That dance upon her smile.

Her looks are merely sunshine,
Her tears are only rain;
But if she will I follow still
The flitting way of sunshine
Whatever way she will.

And if she will I love her,
And if she put me by,
Despite her will I follow still.
And will she let me love her?
Ha, ha! I think she will. 

Arthur William Symons

Arthur William Symons's other poems:
  1. Serata Di Fiesta
  2. Margery Of The Fens
  3. At Burgos
  4. By The Pool Of The Third Rosses
  5. Rosa Flammea

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • William Howells Caprice ("SHE hung the cage at the window")

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