You—will a simple question find;
My—meaning’s plain, so find it out,
Love—will direct you, tho’ he’s blind.
Miss C——’s answer.
To—bless you is my soul’s desire,
Night—brings in dreams my flame,
If—you can feel an equal fire,
You—’ll find me still the same.
Will—you be still of tender mind;
Bring—love not light, but constant kind,