Come hither my heart's darling, come sit upon my knee
And listen while I whisper a boon I ask of thee.
I felt a bitter craving--a dark and deep desire
That glows beneath my bosom like coals of kindled fire.
Nay, dearest, do not doubt me, though madly this I speak--
I feel thine arms about me, thy tresses on my cheek;
I know the sweet devotion that links thy heart with mine--
I know my soul's emotion is doubly felt by thine.
And deem not that a shadow has fallen across my love;
No, sweet, my love is shadowless as yonder heaven above.
Oh, then, do not deny me my first and fond request,
I pray thee, by the memory of all we cherish best--
By that great vow that made thee my darling and my bride;
Thou wilt not fail nor falter, but bend thee to the task.
_Put buttons on my shirt love--that's all the boon I ask!_