An Arcadian Lady
MY LADY OF DELIGHT
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.