  Sporting with Amaryllis in the shade, (I credit Milton in parenthesis), Among the speculations that she made Was this: "When"—these her very words—"when you return, A slave to duty's harsh commanding call, Will you, I wonder, ever sigh and yearn At all?" Doubt, honest doubt, sat then upon my brow. (Emotion is a thing I do not plan.) I could not fairly answer then, but now I can. Yes, Amaryllis, I can tell you this, Can answer publicly and unafraid: You haven't any notion how I miss The shade. |
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