V.
Doubt me, my dim companion!
Why, I just brought you daisies,
And though I plucked the petals off,
I tucked them all away.
One by one I’ll deliver them,
One by every day.
One on every porch step,
Always in your way.
Doubt not my spirit,
For that was thine before;
Plus I gave the seeds I had,—
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden
To give you the full degree
Of all I carefully collect,—
Such as buttons—
With such secrecy!
—
The published one.
