Poems (Frances Elizabeth Browne)/To a young lady
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TO A YOUNG LADY,WHO HAD SENT THE WRITER A LOCK OF HER OWN HAIR, WITH ONE OF HER LOVER'S.
I write, dear Eliza, in doleful dismay,
I have had such a loss,—O, forgive me! do, pray!
The lock, the dear lock!—William's hair!—O, 't is true,
I have lost it; O, will you forgive me? pray do!
I have had such a loss,—O, forgive me! do, pray!
The lock, the dear lock!—William's hair!—O, 't is true,
I have lost it; O, will you forgive me? pray do!
Your gift arrived safe, but I searched for in vain
My other lost treasure, again and again;
I had hoped the dear relics together to twine,
But this sweet consolation can never be mine.
My other lost treasure, again and again;
I had hoped the dear relics together to twine,
But this sweet consolation can never be mine.
If, however, dear girl, you will try me once more,
I will guard it as close as a miser his store;
Send me in your next letter a lock as before.
Farewell, dear Eliza, believe me to be
Your sad but affectionate friend,
F. E. B.
I will guard it as close as a miser his store;
Send me in your next letter a lock as before.
Farewell, dear Eliza, believe me to be
Your sad but affectionate friend,
F. E. B.