W. F. P.
[TO A FAYRE PERSONNE]
UPON SHORT ACQUAINTANCE.
BY JOHN WATERS.
I.
I may not, would not, quite forget
The hours I pass'd with thee—
'T were death to say, 'I love;' and yet,
Silence harder seemeth me.
II.
Ah no! I never could forget
Those words of joy, from thee!
They say thou lov'st another—yet
How bright thy beam o'er me!
III.
They say thou art 'a sad coquette'—
Yet how to doubt a smile,
In which Day-dawn and Eve are met
For Fraud—if this be Guile!