Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Song. - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble

You gave your love a posy and she set it on a stand,
Where it freshly bloom'd and sweetly did smell:
I gave my love a daisy and she held it in her hand,
Till it died—because she loved it so well.
You gave your love a jewel and she laid it safe apart,
Where it shone like the stars in Heav'n that dwell:
I gave my love a rosebud and she wore it on her heart,
Till it died—because she loved it so well.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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