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More empty things, I fear, than rhymes,
Reposes mildly in its orbit;
The fickle Muse! As ladies will,
She flies the more that we pursue her;
But cannot comfortably show it.
You thought, no doubt, the garden-scent
Brings back some brief-winged bright sensation
Of love that came and love that went,
Some fragrance of a lost flirtation, Born when the cuckoo changes song,
Dead ere the apple's red is on it, That should have been an epic long, Yet scarcely served to fill a sonnet.
Or else you thought,—the murmuring noon,
And windy bough-swing in the metre ;
Recall some dream of harp-prest bosoms, Round singing mouths, and chanted charms, And medieval orchard blossoms,
Quite à la mode. Alas for prose !—
And chased the kitten round the beeches, Till widening instincts made me wish
For certain slowly-ripening peaches.
Three peaches. Not the Graces three
I felt the pangs of those who feel
Or Two of them. Forthwith Despair-
Where I might hide and dwell forgotten,
Absolved from brushes and ablution;But, ere my sylvan haunt was gained, Fate gave me up to execution.
I saw it all but now. The grin
That gnarled old Gardener Sandy's features; My father, scholar-like and thin,
Unroused, the tenderest of creatures; I saw-ah me--I saw again
My dear and deprecating mother; And then, remembering the cane, Regretted that I'd left the Other.
AN IDYLL IN THE CONSERVATORY.
Ou ne romprons-nous pas ?”
LE DÉPIT AMOUREUX.
F I were you, when ladies at the play, sir,
nod, a melodrama
I would not turn abstractedly away, sir,
If I were you, when persons I affected,
Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew,
I would, at least, pretend I recollected,
If I were you, when ladies are so lavish,
I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish
If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer
If I were you!
If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter,
No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter,
Really! You would? Why, Frank, you're quite delightful,
Hot as Othello, and as black of hue;
Borrow my fan. I would not look so frightful,
If I were you!
"It is the cause.
I mean your chaperon is
Bringing some well-curled juvenile. Adieu !