 What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet, Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet, Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet, Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet, Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet, Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Doug Fajardo. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Joseph Campbell. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Phil Shampf. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Thomas S. N. Ewing. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Trifles by John Charles McNeil. Red for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. What shall I bring you, sweet? A posey pranked with every April hue, The cloud-white daisy, Violet sky-blue, Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through? Or shall I bring you, sweet? Some ancient rhyme of lovers so beset, Whose joy is dead, Whose sadness lingers yet, That you may read and sigh and soon forget? What shall I bring you, sweet? Was ever trifled yet so held amiss, As not to feel love's waiting heart with bliss, And merit dalliance at a long, long kiss? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.