TO LIZBIE BROWNE (EXCERPT)

I.

Dear Lizbie Browne,

Where are you?

In sun, in rain?—

Or is your brow,

Past joy, past pain,

Dear Lizbie Browne?

  II.

Sweet Lizbie Browne

How could you smile?

How you could sing!—

How archly wile

In glance-giving,

Sweet Lizbie Browne!