And please, please breathe your name to me.
I want to know you better than I do;
I think we should not strangers be.
“Oh, come to me, my pretty blue-eyed child,
And lisp thine own sweet name to me;
Thy golden ringlets and thine angel smiles
Deserve a greater blazonry.
“Oh, come to me, my pretty caged bird,
And sing thy name in thy song to me;
Thou sing’st the sweetest songs I ever heard,