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I heard the summons spoken
Occurred to me to seek
The words your voice neglected, Seemed written in your eyes; The thought your heart protected, Your cheek told, missal-wise ;I read the rubric plainly
As any Expert could;
In short, we dreamed,—insanely, As only lovers should.
I broke the tall Enone,
May certainly confess
You liked me then, carina,—
You liked me then, I think; For your sake gall had been a
Mere tonic-cup to drink; For your sake, bonds were trivial, The rack, a tour-de-force; And banishment, convivial,You coming too, of course.
Then, Rose, a word in jest meant
You prized my smile, I know;
Then, Rose,-But why pursue it?
And gulp the physic down. And yet, and yet, that only,
The song should end with this :—
You left me,-left me lonely,
Rosa mutabilis !
Left me, with Time for Mentor,
No, Rose. Though you refuse
"Of so slight elements";
I leave to common lovers
The Roses of this nation-
To maids that can't be matched,
No man of sensibility
Should linger unattached.
So, without further fashion-
I sit down, sad—not daunted,
A new card-"Tenant Wanted;
TO ONE WHO BIDS ME SING
"The straw is too old to make pipes of." -DON QUIXOTE.
OU ask a "many-winter'd" Bard
"Immortal" though he be, he still,
While She, his Muse of Pindus Hill,
Could that too-sprightly Nymph but leave Her ageless grace and beauty,
They might, betwixt them both, achieve A hymn de Senectute;