TO DOROTHY.
(My Four-year-old Sweetheart.)
To make sweet hay I was amazed to find You absolutely did not know the way, Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind To make sweet hay.
We wandered out. It was a perfect day. I asked if I might teach you. You were kind Enough to answer, "Why, of course, you may." I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined, We made sweet hay. But what will Mother say If in a dozen years we're still inclined To make sweet hay?
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