First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked what could I ail

My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face

And took my eyesight quite away.

The trees and bushes around the place

Seemed midnight at noonday.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling place

And can return no more.

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