In The Album Of Rotha Q[uillinan]

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Title:     In The Album Of Rotha Q[uillinan]
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

A passing glance was all I caught of thee,
In my own Enfield haunts at random roving.
Old friends of ours were with thee, faces loving;
Time short: and salutations cursory,
Though deep, and hearty. The familiar Name
Of you, yet unfamiliar, raised in me
Thoughts--what the daughter of that Man should be,
Who call'd our Wordsworth friend. My thoughts did frame
A growing Maiden, who, from day to day
Advancing still in stature, and in grace,
Would all her lonely Father's griefs efface,
And his paternal cares with usury pay.
I still retain the phantom, as I can;
And call the gentle image--Quillinan.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: In The Album Of Rotha Q[uillinan]

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