IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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SONG FOR A GIRL

John Dryden

Young I am, and yet unskill'd How to make a lover yield; How to keep, or how to gain, When to love, and when to feign. Take me, take me, some of you, While I yet am young and true; Ere I can my soul disguise, Heave my breasts, and roll my eyes. Stay not till I learn the way, How to lie, and to betray: He that has me first, is blest, For I may deceive the rest. Could I find a blooming youth, Full of love, and full of truth, Brisk, and of a jaunty mien, I should long to be fifteen.

 
 
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