Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst read more
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met!
And has that thought been shared by thee?
Ah, no! that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labor'd words could speak.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to read more
Oh! no! we never mention her,
Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak
That once familiar word.
- Thomas Haynes Bayly,
