The Pensive Maiden.
RETTY little darling
Gazing 'cross the sea,
Wonder what the tenor
Of her thoughts may be;
Wonder if she ever
Gives a thought to me!
Bright as sparkling dewdrop
Glistening on a rose,
Sweeter far than any
Pretty flower that blows;
Madly do I love her—
Wonder if she knows!
Ere the voyage is over
I would fain declare
That I love her dearly,
With a wild despair;
Wonder if she'll love me!
Wonder if she'll care!
Shellman.