Salad in our garden grown, After, surely, there should be, Then, before the sunlight wanes, Clearer waves the light keel kiss So we speed the golden hours So until the shadows fall: Then Good Night say each and all; Ah, they nothing know of this,- (Thus URBANUS to his Wife 1905. THE PASSIONATE PRINTER TO HIS LOVE (WHOSE NAME IS AMANDA) [With Apologies to the Shade of Christopher Marlowe.] OME live with me and be my Dear; COME And till that happy bond shall lapse I'll set your Poutings in Brevier, There's Diamond-'tis for your Eyes; In Nonpareil I'll put your Face; Your Form can never need "Revise." Your Cheeks seem "Ready for the Press"; Your Laugh as Clarendon is clear; There's more distinction in your Dress Than in the oldest Elzevir. So with me live, and with me die; To break into mere Printers' Pie" The Type of our Beatitude! (ERRATUM.—If my suit you flout, And choose some happier Youth to wed, 'Tis but to cross AMANDA out, And read another name instead.) 1906. 249 AMANDUS TYPOGRAPHICUS. H 2 TO MYRTALÉ (WITH HIS VERSES) MYRTALÉ, when I am gone (Who was once Anacreon), Lay these annals of my heart All my vows and protestations, |