Excerpt from Lucile, Vol. 1
Lucile.
Will forego one brief page from the summer romance
Of her courtship, and spare you one day from your place
At her feet, in the light of her fair English face.
I desire nothing more, and I trust you will feel
I desire nothing much.
"Your friend always, "Lucile."
Now in May Fair, of course, - in the fair month of May -
When life is abundant, and busy, and gay;
When the markets of London are noisy about
Young ladies, and strawberries, - "only just out;"
Fresh strawberries sold under all the house-eaves;
And young ladies on sale for the strawberry-leaves;
When cards, invitations, and three-corner'd notes
Fly about like white butterflies - gay little motes
In the sunbeam of fashion; and even Blue Books
Take a heavy-wing'd flight, and grow busy as rooks;
And the postman (that Genius, indifferent and stern,...
Lucile, Vol. 1
