To A Flirt

To A Flirt written by William Henry Davies

From "Farewell to Poesy", 1910

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You’ll get no help from me;
Make me no pool
To train thy looks to take
Some other fool.

No effigy of straw
To set in flame;
That gives another joy
And me the shame.

No tree on which to cut
His name and yours;
To be passed laughing by
In future hours.

I’ll not prepare your nest -
You sly house-sparrow;
Prepare your heart for him -
Like a poor Swallow

Driven away, when I
Have helped his passion;
Condemned and banished at
Love’s quarter session.

You’ll get no help from me,
To make him prove,
With jealous looks and words,
His backward love.

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