Classic Poem

WALKING LEAF .

You know mamma, can't bear you, love,
You know papa dislikes you, dear;
You know my brothers cut you, dove; —
Alas! how came you here?

You know your fortune's gone, my own!
You know your coat was made last year; —
I never ramble now alone; —
What could have sent you here?

Perhaps you do not know, my sweet —
Sir John will soon propose — I fear!
How very awkward, should you meet!
What nonsense brought you here?

I vow I'm quite afraid to stir,
Lest you are in the way or near!
I needs must say I wish you, sir! —
Oh! anywhere but here!