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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. Benedictine
  3. Montserrat
  4. Of Charity
  5. On the Stage

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

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

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