Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant,
The charms of Henry's eyes I see;
But while I gaze, I something want,
I want those eyes -- to gaze on me.
And I allow, in Henry's heart
Not Envy's self a fault can see:
Yet still I must one wish impart,
I wish that heart -- to sigh for me.
More verses by Amelia Opie
- Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,
- Song. Low Hung The Dark Clouds
- Lines On The Opening Of A Spring Campaign
- Song.
- Julia, Or The Convent Of St. Claire