"What is the fate of my lone leaf,
That, venturous, climbs the castle wall?
I'll tell you when, vacation brief
Being o'er, we meet again next fall."
LAST June, when roses were in bloom,
The earth decked out in gay attire,
The air deep laden with perfume,
A fair one did my heart inspire.
Up to her lattice high I sent
A rose-leaf, with a tale of love.
Alas! I fear my sentiment
Meets no response from her above.
Perhaps her lynx-eyed mother hath
With jealous care my love's heart wrung,
And seeks to keep her in the path
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