O little lady, I remember when
I danced one night so many sets with you,
The next we talked so long as evening fell,
And then I saw you leave—our paths diverged—
As everyone began the journey home.
Since then I’ve searched with hopeful heart
Each year that to those grounds I have returned,
But I’ve not seen your face, nor heard your voice.
Oh, come again, fair maid! Let me renew
Our brief acquaintance—more, let us be friends.
I wrote this several weeks ago, thinking about a young lady whose acquaintance I was most pleased to make at Evart several years ago, but whom I’ve not seen since then.
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