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Victorian Love Poetry:
Coquette's Rose
By "REA" 1883

We two have spent some happy
days
By brooklet, stream, and fountain,
We two have trodden rocky ways
And climbed a misty mountain
And we have whispered soft
and low
Many a time together,
And thought it very sweet to go
And seek for fern and heather
And once you found a pale
wild rose-
I shall forget it never-
And said some words my heart well knows
For ever and for ever.
I used to think you very
fair,
And oh! so very simple,
Because you had a childlike air
And such a saucy dimple!
I used to think you loved
the birds
And lived among the flowers,
And that you meant the whispered words
You said in twilight hours.
And oh! I thought you would
be true,
Although you were so never;
And yet I will be true to you
For ever and for ever.
I wonder if you quite forget
The days We spent together,
Or if you think with vague regret
Of tangled grass and heather.
I wonder if your eyes are
still
as blue as when we parted-
I saw them turn away and fill,
And thought you broken-hearted.
Ah well! you were a sad
coquette,
But I'll never forget you never;
I'll keep your rose ('tis treasured yet)
For ever and for ever.
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