MY AMAZON.

My Love is a lady fair and free,

A lady fair from over the sea,

And she hath eyes that pierce my breast

And rob my spirit of peace and rest.

A youthful warrior, warm and young,

She takes me prisoner with her tongue,

Aye! and she keeps me,— on parole,—

Till paid the ransom of my soul.

I swear the foeman, arm'd for war

From cap-a-pie, with many a scar,

More mercy finds for prostrate foe

Than she who deals me never a blow.

And so‘ twill be, this many a day;

She comes to wound, if not to slay.

But in my dreams,— in honied sleep,—

‘ Tis I to smile, and she to weep!