Caprice

Her mouth is all of roses,

Her eyes are violets;

And round her cheek at hide and seek

Love plays among the roses

That dimple on her cheek.

Her heart is all caprices,

Her will is yea and nay;

And with a smile can she beguile

My heart to the caprices

That dance upon her smile.

Her looks are merely sunshine,

Her tears are only rain;

But if she will I follow still

The flitting way of sunshine

Whatever way she will.

And if she will I love her,

And if she put me by,

Despite her will I follow still.

And will she let me love her?

Ha, ha! I think she will.