Sweet, to have had them lost
For news that they be saved—
I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
I lost a World - the other day!
Has Anybody found?
If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me—
Where I have lost, I softer tread—
I sow sweet flower from garden bed—
Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!