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YOUTH AND ART.
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7.
And I—soon managed to find
Weak points in the flower-fence facing,
Was forced to put up a blind
And be safe in my corset-lacing.

8.
No harm! It was not my fault
If you never turned your eyes’ tail up,
As I shook upon E in alt.,
Or ran the chromatic scale up:

9.
For spring bade the sparrows pair,
And the boys and girls gave guesses,
And stalls in our street looked rare
With bulrush and watercresses.

10.
Why did not you pinch a flower
In a pellet of clay and fling it?
Why did not I put a power
Of thanks in a look, or sing it?