THE LITTLE ROGUE. To H. B.
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Ha! the little rogue, I caught her As she stole my heart away; Round and round she had entwined her, Reeling in her grasp it lay. In my fancy could I think her E’er so wicked as to play Torture on a helpless prey?
But how happy was the sorrow As a captive there to be, Resting ever on the morrow To advance new joys to me! Lost amid the vast abounding, Each endeavour found me more Tangled in the great surrounding, Turned obeying to adore.