This is a hand written poem found with the letters

How Fair She Is

How fair she is,
How sweet, how fickle-fair!
Brimming with charm of life beyond compare!
Thoughtless she goes;
Not e'en an English rose
Blooms half so rare:
To gather it were shame;
Why seek to change her name?
Ah, keep her yet the same.
She is so fair!

II
How fair she is,
How sweet, How fickle-fair!
Seek not to own, though she should wish to share!
For, though every pain
Should follow in her train,
She cannot care.
She lives a joyful thing,
Born just to be ? sing
Why bind her with a ring.
She is so fair!

III

How fair she is,
How sweet, how fickle-fair!
Creature of moods, of May and April air!
Careless she of this,
How dear her maiden's kiss,
True-lover's fair.
Why blame if she forget?
'Tis folly to regret,
She paid her every debt
In being fair!

? Fullerton
Paris, 95

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