To Miss Unger

Dear Miss Unger,
You're young: but though younger
You ought to have known that one's ardour it damps,
To have to transmit you these valueless stamps.
The Postman will say, " All you've done, Miss, is undone:
What goes on in Saint Frisco don't go here in London."
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