Sunday Evening / Jan : 23 : /89 My darling / I have just found / the little poem, and copied it / at once for you on the other / page of this sheet. I think / it is beyond any "baby" I ever / knew, but it pleases the baby / that lives in grown up hearts, / & so I send it to you. / I shall be so glad when you / come to London, and we will / manage to meet in spite of / the roaring tide of life, won't / we? I am ever your very / loving Georgie