  ——— If wishing were getting, Ah! wouldn’t it be fine? If loving were wooing, Alice, thou would’st be mine; Neither wealth nor honor, Nor gem from the sea, Can cause such a yearning As I have for thee. What need of a ruby When your cheeks I see? Those gems ’neath your lashes Are diamonds to me; Your forehead’s a sapphire, Beaming ’neath a curl; Your lips seem a rosebud, Hiding two rows of pearl. |
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