Excerpt from Little Page Fern: And Other Verses A little lad of nine. The gay talk flew From lip to lip, Of gossip and light chat, Till from his forehead back he gently drew, With roguish glance, a wandering soft curl, And laughing, said, Oh, I remember you! I knew you when you were a little girl! We laughed, but he insisted, long ago, Somewhere, he knew together we had played. He had forgotten what the plays were, though; Whether through some fair garden we had strayed, Or romped at games in a delirious whirl Of frolic; but one memory had staid, He knew me when I was a little girl. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.