SENT TO A LADY WITH SOME PRINTED VERSES.
I SEND with this the paltry rhymes
That I have writ, at idle times,
When in my mind there stood
Before my eyes a dream, a thing
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Of which 't is well enough to sing
When in a singing mood.
But let me tell you words like those
Are not the heart's; we speak in prose
At any serious time;
And so I 'll say no more to you,
Lest you should think my words untrue
Simply because they rhyme.
E. C. P.
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