'Tis well - 'tis well - that clustering shade Is on thy forehead sweetly laid; And that light curl that slumbers by Makes deeper yet thy depth of eye; And that white rose that decks thy hair...
There's something in a noble boy, A brave, free-hearted, careless one, With his unchecked, unbidden joy, His dread of books and love of fun, And in his clear and ready smile,...
Nay, lady, one frown is enough In a life as soon over as this, And though minutes seem long in a huff, They're minutes 'tis pity to miss! The smiles you imprison so lightly...