MARY ADELAIDE

in the first Mary Adelaide contrasts the departure of the lark in winter with that of her own love, The lark... gently sings Adieu! Do you wish a word from me, Before I leave you? Here, the tear that welled up for you... says The lark has her song, Tears she has none, 2 verses of 4 lines, in the second she talks of the dew drop, ... you love your little flower so loyally, As I indeed wish one day to love, parting every day and returning at evening, until the flower dies in the burning sun, So you too die... I look on you and ponder still What such a blessed death must be, 1 side album leaf 10¼ x 8¼, Malton (Yorkshire), 6th February