IANTHE’S LETTER.
We will not argue, if you say
My sorrows when I went away
Were not for you alone;
For there were many very dear,
Altho’ at dawn they came not near,
As you did, yet who griev’d when I was gone.
We will not argue (but why tell
So false a tale?) that scarcely fell
My tears where mostly due.
‘ I can not think who told you so:
I shed (about the rest I know
Nothing at all) the first and last for you.