I think "I wish I had something of his,"
Do give me something, will you be so kind?
Something to keep you always in my mind.
'I will,' he said. 'Now go, or you'll be late.'
He broke from her and ran, and never dreamt
That as she stood to watch him from the gate
Her heart was half amusement, half contempt,
Comparing Jim the squab, red and unkempt,
In sweaty corduroys, with Shepherd Ern.
She blew him kisses till he passed the turn.