  A MADRIGAL. IKNOW a girl with teeth of pearl, And shoulders white as snow; She lives,—ah! well, I must not tell,— Wouldn’t you like to know? Her sunny hair is wondrous fair, And wavy in its flow; Who made it less One little tress,— Wouldn’t you like to know? And dazzling in their glow; On whom they beam With melting gleam,— Wouldn’t you like to know? Her lips are red and finely wed, Like roses ere they blow; What lover sips Those dewy lips,— Wouldn’t you like to know? Her fingers are like lilies fair, When lilies fairest grow; Whose hand they press With fond caress,— Wouldn’t you like to know? Her foot is small, and has a fall Like snowflakes on the snow; And where it goes Beneath the rose,— Wouldn’t you like to know? She has a name, the sweetest name That language can bestow. ’Twould break the spell If I should tell,— Wouldn’t you like to know? John G. Saxe. |
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