TO “LYDIA LANGUISH" "Il me faut des émotions." -BLANCHE AMORY "whether I, You Nor shall I, though your mood endure, Except against my wishes; For I respectfully decline To dignify the Serpentine, And make hors-d'œuvres for fishes; But if you ask me whether I Composedly can go, "You are assured," you sadly say (If in this most considerate way To treat my suit your will is), That I shall "quickly find as fair Some new Neæra's tangled hairSome easier Amaryllis." I cannot promise to be cold While man has social duties; But if you ask shall I prefer To you I honour so, A somewhat visionary Her, You fear, you frankly add, "to find That altering Time estranges." To this I make response that we (As physiologists agree) Must have septennial changes; This is a thing beyond control, And it were best upon the whole To try and find out whether We could not, by some means, arrange This not-to-be-avoided change So as to change together: But, had you asked me to allow - But to be serious-if you care I answer you. As feeling men Enforced by all the liquid grief And when, arrived so far, you say Then, Lydia, then . . . I still shall stay, C A GAGE D'AMOUR (HORACE, III. 8) "Martiis cælebs quid agam Kalendis HARLES,—for it seems you wish to You wonder what could scare me so, With tragic air, I now replace This ancient web of yellow lace, Among whose faded folds the trace Friend of my youth, severe as true, To indigestion ; I had forgotten it was there, A scarf that Some-one used to wear. Hinc illæ lacrima,—so spare Your cynic question. Some-one who is not girlish now, Affects us keenly; Yet, trifling though my act appears, Your Sternes would make it ground for tears;— One can't disturb the dust of years, And smile serenely. "My golden locks" are gray and chill, For hers, let them be sacred still; - But yet, I own, a boyish thrill Went dancing through me, We shut our heart up, nowadays, Alas, Derisive pity; a nothing starts the spring; And lo, the sentimental thing At once commences quavering Laugh, if you like. The boy in me,-- The fresh young smile that shone when she, |