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Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.

By. A. E. Housman

Oh, See How Thick the Goldcup Flowers

OH, see how thick the goldcup flowers

Are lying in field and lane,

With dandelions to tell the hours

That never are told again.

Oh, may I squire you round the meads

And pick you posies gay?

—’T will do no harm to take my arm.

“You may, young man, you may.”

Ah, spring was sent for lass and lad,

’T is now the blood runs gold,

And man and maid had best be glad

Before the world is old.

What flowers to-day may flower to-morrow,

But never as good as new.

—Suppose I wound my arm right round—

“’T is true, young man, ’t is true.”

Some lads there are, ’t is shame to say,

That only court to thieve,

And once they bear the bloom away

’T is little enough they leave.

Then keep your heart for men like me

And safe from trustless chaps.

My love is true and all for you.

“Perhaps, young man, perhaps.”

Oh, look in my eyes then, can you doubt?

—Why, ’t is a mile from town.

How green the grass is all about!

We might as well sit down.

—Ah, life, what is it but a flower?

Why must true lovers sigh?

Be kind, have pity, my own, my pretty,—

“Good-bye, young man, good-bye.”