DANDELION. . . He is not worth the trouble. 
We have been belles together 
In Fashion’s fair saloons! 
Light as a fairy feather, 
We tripped to joyous tunes. 
Though wintry-wild the weather, 
’Twas summer on thy brow; 
We have been belles together— 
Shall a light beau part us now? 
We have been wild together 
At pic-nic and at fair! 
The flowers that gemmed the heather, 
Were not more free from care. 
The vows thy lovers faltered 
Ne’er changed my cheerful brow; 
My heart is still unaltered— 
Shall a false beau part us now? 
We have been belles together! 
Oh! let us still be so! 
Forget his vows forever; 
Forget the brainless beau! 
Still dress your hair like mine, love; 
Clear up that clouded brow; 
To you I’ll all resign, love— 
Shall a trifle part us now? 
Fanny Fay. 
