Excerpt from A Few Figs From Thistles: Poems and Sonnets
He laid his darling hand upon her little black head, (i wish I were a ragged child with ear-rings in my ears!) And he said she was a baggage to have said what she had said; (truly I shall be ill unless I stop these tears!)
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