R. C. L.
A SECOND-HAND SERENADE.
(The modern youth, we are told, is content to hymn his Lady in the amorous diction of other bards.)
It is not mine, Aminta, to commend you
According to your merits. Miles above
My puny lyre were this; I therefore send you,
For reference, "The Classic Gems of Love."
Would I approve your tresses? See p. 7,
L. 2, for what I frankly think of them;
Your lips? p. 8; your dimples, p. 11;