Echo

Echo

Echo , who may question you ?
You .
Some speak love but are untrue —
True .
Echo , does my lady so ?
So .
Does she love me , do you know ?
No .
Is that swain more blest than I ?
Aye .
Echo, silence , or I die !
Die .

A folded sheet with four poems. Dated on this first side 21st Oct. 1951.