1881?

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My little devices to live till Monday would woo (win) your sad attention - (fill your eyes with Dew) - Full of work and plots and little happinesses the thought of you protracts (derides) them all and makes them sham and cold.

How fleet - how indiscreet an one -
how always wrong is Love -
The joyful little Deity
We are not scourged to serve -

My little devices to live till Monday would darken all your glee - for you have a good deal of glee (many a glee) in your nature's corners the most lurking - and never to be trusted as Brown said of sleep - without ones prayers -