ON
A
YOUNG
LADY
,
WHO
ASKED
A
NECKLACE
OF
A
GENTLEMAN's
HAIR
,
AND
WAS
REFUSED
And
is
it
thus
,
Miranda
cried
,
And
am
I
then
by
him
denied
,
Alas
my
heart
is
sore
;
Why
did
I
make
the
fond
request
?
Why
not
conceal
it
in
my
breast
,
As
I
had
done
before
?
I
know
not
how
he
spoke
so
fair
,
I
wish'd
to
have
his
yellow
hair
,
And
wear
it
round
my
neck
;
But
,
O
!
it
hurt
his
gentle
mind
,
Such
boldness
in
my
sex
to
find
,
Then
what
could
I
expect
.