Neglected

Green grows the grass upon the bank,
The willow-shoots are long and lank;
A lady in a glistening gown
Opens the casement and looks down.
The roses on her cheek blush bright,
Her rounded arm is dazzling white;
A singing-girl in early life.
And now a careless roue's wife

Ah, if he does not mind his own.
He'll find some day the bird has flown!