< hCLB145.txt.1; letter_with_poem_embedded >
Twice, when
I had Red
Flowers out,
Gilbert knocked,
raised his sweet
Hat, and asked
if he might
touch them -
Yes, and take
them too, I said,
but Chivalry
forbade him -
Besides, he
gathered Hearts,
not Flowers -
Some Arrows
slay but whom

<second leaf (HCL B 145)>
they strike,
But this slew
all but him,
Who so
appareled his
Escape,
Too trackless
for a Tomb -
Emily -