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
- Song. Yes ....Though We'Ve Loved So Long
- Song. To A Russian Air
- Song. While Many A Fond
- The Mad Wanderer
- Song. Where Dost Thou Bide
