OH fair Milly Brandon, a young maid, a fair maid !
All her curls are yellow and her eyes are blue,
And her cheeks were rosy red till a secret care made
Hollow whiteness of their brightness as a care will do.
Still she tends her flowers, but not as in the old days,
Still she sings her songs, but not the songs of old :
If now it be high Summer her days seem brief and
If now it be high Summer her nights are long and
If you have a secret keep it, pure maid Milly ;
Life is filled with troubles and the world with scorn ;
And pity without love is at best times hard and chilly,
Chilling sore and stinging sore a heart forlorn.
Walter Brandon, do you guess Milly Brandon's secret?
Many things you know, but not everything,
With your locks like raven's plumage, and eyes like
And a laugh that is music, and such a voice to sing.