Sinopsis

Obedience The lady of my love bids me not love her. I can but bow obedient to her will; And so, henceforth, I love her not; but still I love the lustrous hair that glitters over Her proud young head; I love the smiles that hover About her mouth; the lights and shades that fill Her star-bright eyes; the low, rich tones that thrill Like thrush-songs gurgling from a vernal cover. I love the fluttering dimples in her cheek; Her cheek I love, its soft and tender bloom; I love her sweet lips and the words they speak, Words wise or witty, full of joy or doom.