KE®AAH NE
THE DROOPING SUNFLOWER
The One Thought vanished; all my mind was
tom to rags: ——— nay! nay! my head was
mashed into wood pulp, and thereon the
Daily Newspaper was printed.
Thus wrote I, since my One Love was torn
from me. I cannot work: I cannot think:
I seek distraction here: I seek distraction
there: but this is all my truth, that Z who
love have lost; and how may 1 regain?
I must have money to get to America.
O Mage! Sage! Gauge thy Wage, or in the
Page of thine Age is written Rage!
O my darling! We should not have spent
Ninety Pounds in that Three Weeks in
Paris! . 2. ee we ew wwe eee ewe
Slash the Breaks on thine arm with a pole-
axe!