To Her Father, on Her Statue Being Called Like Her <br /> <br /> <br />FATHER! the little girl we see <br />Is not, I fancy, so like me; <br />You never hold her on your knee. <br /> <br />When she came home, the other day, <br />You kiss’d her; but I cannot say <br />She kiss’d you first and ran away.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-agla/
