  YES! I know you’re very fair; And the rose-bloom of your cheek, And the gold-crown of your hair, Seem of tender love to speak. But to me they speak in vain, I am growing old, my pet— Ah, if I could love you now As I used to love Rosette! In your carriage every day I can see you bow and smile; Lovers your least word obey, Mistress you of every wile. She was poor, and went on foot, Badly drest, you know,—and yet,— Ah! if I could love you now You are clever, and well known For your wit so quick and free;— Now, Rosette, I blush to own, Scarcely knew her A B C; But she had a potent charm In my youth:—ah, vain regret! If I could but love you now As I used to love Rosette! BÉranger. |
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