coy,
'Twas thy tail, and not thy features, that refused the proffer'd
joy.
I will but turn thee tenderly—nay, never, never shrink—
Now, once again the banquet calls: Drink, pretty creature
drink!
coy,
'Twas thy tail, and not thy features, that refused the proffer'd
joy.
I will but turn thee tenderly—nay, never, never shrink—
Now, once again the banquet calls: Drink, pretty creature
drink!