That Red-Haired Girl - A poem by Albert Bigelow Paine

That Red-Haired Girl.

THAT red-haired girl, with azure eye^___
Just now I saw her tripping by!
   What makes me start and tremble so?
   'Tis not that red-'haired girl, I know!
And yet, somehow, I heave a sigh.

For she is fair and tall, while I,
Alas, am dark, and thin, and dry;
   What stuff is this I've writ! but oh,
   That red-haired girl!

What odds to me, you say? Oh, my,
How hard it is to tell a lie
   When one beholds that throat of snow^___
   And eyes grow dim, and pulses go!
God bless my soul's delight! Who? Why,
   That red-haired girl.

^__Albert Bigelow Paine.