| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | To ———.
2. “Nay, chide me not that I am jealous, love” | | By H. |
| | | NAY, chide me not that I am jealous, love; | |
| For in my doting fondness I am grown | |
| A very miser of the beauties thrown | |
| Profusely round thee from the gods above: | |
| I ’m even jealous of the pliant glove | 5 |
| Embracing oft thy slight and fairy hand, | |
| And of sly Zephyr, with his whisper bland, | |
| Who steals a-wooing from the budding grove, | |
| And dallies o’er thy cheek with soft caress, | |
| And of the ray that trembles as it glows | 10 |
| Upon thy fresh lips’ loveliness;— | |
| For that dear hand I would with mine enclose, | |
| And lip and cheek I would were mine alone, | |
| And mine the only heart that thou wouldst wish to own. | | | | |
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