Oh, many a lover

B. Burrows

O, many a lover sighs

Beneath the summer skies

For black or hazel eyes

All day.

No light of hope can mar

My whiter brighter star;

I love a Princess far

Away.

Now you that haste to meet

Your love's returning feet

Must plead for every sweet

Caress;

But, day and night and day,

Without a prayer to pray,

I love my far away

Princess.