'You must give back,' her mother said, To a poor sobbing little maid, 'All the young man has given you, Hard as it now may seem to do.' ''Tis done already, mother dear!' Said the sweet girl, 'So, never fear.' Mother. Are you quite certain? Come, recount (There was not much) the whole amount. Girl. The locket: the kid gloves. Mother. Go on. Girl. Of the kid gloves I found but one. Mother. Never mind that. What else? Proceed. You gave back all his trash? Girl. Indeed. Mother. And was there nothing you would save? Girl. Everything I could give I gave. Mother. To the last little? Girl. Even to that. Mother. Freely? Girl. My heart went pit-a-pat At giving up ... ah me! ah me! I ory so I can hardly see... All the fond looks and words that passed, And all the kisses, to the last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 30 by EDMUND SPENSER KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES [MAY 31, 1862] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN AS THE GREEK'S SIGNAL FLAME by WALT WHITMAN EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 9 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH A RAINY DAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE TRAMPS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |