Littell's Living Age/Volume 140/Issue 1808/A Dialogue

by Agnes Mary Frances Duclaux

A DIALOGUE.
She.	The dandelions in the grass Are blown to fairies' clocks, On this green bank I pluckt (alas!) The last of lady-smocks.
He.	Let them die, What care I? Roses come when field flowers pass.
She.	But these sun-sated, sultry hours Will make your roses fall, Their large, wide-open, crimson flowers Must die like daisies small.
He.	Sweet as yet! I'll forget (When they die) they lived at all!
Mary F. Robinson.