The same old story told again –
…The maiden droops her head,
The ripening glow of her crimson cheek
…Is answering in her stead.
The pleading tone of a trembling voice
…Is telling her the way
He loved her when his heart was young
…In Youth’s sunshiny day:
The trembling tongue, the longing tone,
…Imploringly ask why
They can not be as happy now
…As in the days gone by.
And two more hearts, tumultuous
…With overflowing joy,
Are dancing to the music
…Which that dear, provoking boy
Is twanging on his bowstring,
…As, fluttering his wings,
He sends his love-charged arrows
…While merrily he sings:
“Ho! ho! my dainty maiden,
…It surely can not be
You are thinking you are master
…Of your heart, when it is me.”
And another gleaming arrow
…Does the little god’s behest,
And the dainty little maiden
…Falls upon her lover’s breast.
“The same old story told again,”
…And listened o’er and o’er,
Will still be new, and pleasing, too,
…Till “Time shall be no more.”
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The Same Old Story by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Bard on the Hill 