English poem
My Lady Of Delight
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
With roguish glances bright, All on a summer’s day, My Lady of Delight She stole my heart away. And though I humbly beg And plead with her, alack! My Lady of Delight She will not give it back.
Oh, Lady of Delight, The penalty is this— If you would keep the heart you stole Then pay me with a kiss.
My Lady of Delight, She is a winsome thing; She’s Queen of Summertime And Princess of the Spring. The glory of her smile, The sunshine in her eyes, Is like the dawn of breaking day Across the morning skies.
To linger by her side Is such delicious bliss, Methinks I’ll steal her heart from her, And pay her with a kiss.