Question and Answer
Florence Mary Woodruffe
Peacock
Peacock, Florence
F. P.
Metadata research and editing
DVPP Project Team
Fralick
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poet attribution: Florence Peacock, Poems, William Andrews & Co., and Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent, & Co., 1893, p. 69. Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Peacock was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/370). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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You rhyme in praise of my golden hair ;
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Question and Answe
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You rhyme in praise of my golden hair ;
Ah, but the gold will turn to gray.
You vow that no maiden with me may compare ;
Yes, but the Spring-time will pass away.
Though my eyes be blue as the deep-blue sea,
Blue eyes can fade through the mist of years ;
What if the end of your rhyme should be
Blistered and spoilt with salt, sad tears ?
‘ Then I must find rhymes for snow-white hair,
Dear, if the gold should turn to gray,
For never another with you may compare,
E’en though the Spring-time be passed away.
‘ If your eyes, now blue as the deep-blue sea,
Should fade, beloved, through the mist of years,
What care I, so together we be ;
Only, sweetheart, let me dry those tears.’
F. P.