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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
By Charles Stuart Calverley
CANST thou love me, lady?
  I’ve not learn’d to woo:
Thou art on the shady
  Side of sixty too.
Still I love thee dearly!        5
  Thou hast lands and pelf:
But I love thee merely,
  Merely for thyself.
Will you love me, fairest?
  Though thou art not fair;        10
And I think thou wearest
  Someone-else’s hair.
Thou could’st love, though, dearly:
  And, as I am told,
Thou art very nearly        15
  Worth thy weight in gold.
Dost thou love me, sweet one?
  Tell me that thou dost!
Women fairly beat one,
  But I think thou must.        20
Thou art loved so dearly:
  I am plain, but then
Thou (to speak sincerely)
  Art as plain again.
Love me, bashful fairy!        25
  I’ve an empty purse:
And I’ve “moods,” which vary;
  Mostly for the worst.
Still I love thee dearly:
  Though I make (I feel)        30
Love a little queerly,
  I’m as true as steel.
Love me, swear to love me
  (As, you know, they do)
By yon heaven above me        35
  And its changeless blue.
Love me, lady, dearly,
  If you’ll be so good;
Though I don’t see clearly
  On what ground you should.        40
Love me—ah! or love me
  Not, but be my bride!
Do not simply shove me
  (So to speak) aside!
P’raps it would be dearly        45
  Purchased at the price;
But a hundred yearly
  Would be very nice.

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