Lines Written on the Sunny Side of Frankfort Street

Sporting with Amaryllis in the shade,
(I credit Milton in parenthesis),
Among the speculations that she made
Was this:

“When”—these her very words—“when you return,
A slave to duty’s harsh commanding call,
Will you, I wonder, ever sigh and yearn
At all?”

Doubt, honest doubt, sat then upon my brow.
(Emotion is a thing I do not plan.)
I could not fairly answer then, but now
I can.

Yes, Amaryllis, I can tell you this,
Can answer publicly and unafraid:
You haven’t any notion how I miss
The shade.