Careless of Town and all in it, With some one to soothe and to still you ;I shall go mad in a minute; Bluebottle, then I shall kill you! With some one to soothe and to still you, There now! I've broken the window! As only one's feminine kin do, Some muslin-clad Mabel or May!— There now! I've broken the window! Bluebottle's off and away! Some muslin-clad Mabel or May, And why should I stay here alone! To dash one with eau de Cologne, All over one's eminent forehead ;And why should I stay here alone! Toiling in Town now is "horrid." ✔A SONNET IN DIALOGUE FRANK (on the Lawn). OME to the Terrace, May, the sun is low. COME MAY (in the House). Thanks, I prefer my Browning here instead. FRANK. There are two peaches by the strawberry bed. MAY. They will be riper if we let them grow. FRANK. Then the Park-aloe is in bloom, you know. MAY. Also, her Majesty Queen Anne is dead. FRANK. But surely, May, your pony must be fed MAY. And was, and is. I fed him hours ago. 'Tis useless, Frank, you see I shall not stir. FRANK. Still, I had something you would like to hear MAY. No doubt some new frivolity of men. FRANK. Nay, 'tis a thing the gentler sex deplores MAY (coming to the window). What is this secret, then? FRANK (mysteriously). There are no eyes more beautiful than yours! ✔ GROWING GRAY "On a l'âge de son cœur."-A. D'HOUDETOT. A LITTLE more toward the light; Me miserable! Here's one that's white, Adieu to song and "salad days"; We must reform our rhymes, my Dear,- We have no more the right to find Young Love's for us a farce that's played; No more may tempt us; Gray hairs but ill accord with dreams; Indeed! you really fancy so? You think for one white streak we grow At once satiric? |