To a Young Girl
| My dear, my dear, I know |
| More than another |
| What makes your heart beat so; |
| Not even your own mother |
| Can know it as I know, |
| Who broke my heart for her |
| When the wild thought, |
| That she denies |
| And has forgot, |
| Set all her blood astir |
| And glittered in her eyes. |
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