TO LETTINA.
(By a Profound Thinker.)
I don't know why, but fifty times a day, To you my thoughts persistently will fly, You come to me, and, coming, come to stay— I don't know why. Sometimes I catch myself inclined to try From heart and mind to banish you away. I always fail. If you are not too shy, Just write a line to tell me that I may Think fondly of you. Then in future I Shall think of you, and never want to say I don't know why.