That damsels trod "when I was young."
It may be that "Old Capulet"
Securely guards his daughter fair,
And says, "Wait till you 're older yet
Before you choose my son and heir."
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Vacation over, there 's no time
To watch my lady's lattice high;
No hours to waste in idle rhyme,
To dream of love, to heave a sigh.
But when is past another year,
And I have taken my degree,
Again I'll sue without a fear,
With my grand title of "A. B."
And now my lady's name I speak,
For doubtless that you wish to learn;
'T is Juliet on whose velvet cheek
Sir Romeo's rosy leaflets burn.
A. L. H.