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Is it Cupid ? Who knows !
ON A NANKIN PLATE.
“A me, but it might have been !
Was there ever so dismal a fate ?" Quoth the little blue mandarin.
« Such a maid as was never seen! She passed, tho’ I cried to her "Wait,'Ah me, but it might have been !
“I cried, 'O my Flower, my Queen, Be mine !' 'Twas precipitate,”Quoth the little blue mandarin,
“ But then . . she was just sixteen,Long-eyed,
, -as a lily straight,Ah me, but it might have been !
“ As it was, from her palankeen, She laughed — You're a week too late !"" (Quoth the little blue mandarin.)
“That is why, in a mist of spleen,
FOR A COPY OF THEOCRITUS.
SINGER of the field and fold, O
THEOCRITUS! Pan's pipe was thine,Thine was the happier Age of Gold.
For thee the scent of new-turned mould,
Thou sang'st the simple feasts of old,The beechen bowl made glad with wine .. Thine was the happier Age of Gold.
Thou bad'st the rustic loves be told, -
And round thee, ever-laughing, rolled