Pamela was too gentle to deceive 
Her roses. "Let the men stay where they are," 
She said, "and if Apollo's avatar 
Be one of them, I shall not have to grieve." 
And so she made all Tilbury Town believe 
She sighed a little more for the North Star 
Than over men, and only in so far 
As she was in a garden was like Eve.
 
Her neighbors—doing all that neighbors can 
To make romance of reticence meanwhile—
Seeing that she had never loved a man, 
Wished Pamela had a cat, or a small bird, 
And only would have wondered at her smile 
Could they have seen that she had overheard.

Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson
Poem: The Tree In Pamela's Garden

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