One Autumn Night.

A calm, delightful autumn night;

A moon’s mysterious, misty light;

A maiden at her window height,

In proper robe of fleecy white.

The little wicket gate ajar;

A lover tripping from afar,

With tuneful voice and light guitar,

To woo his radiant guiding star.

The lute gave forth a plaintive twang—

Oh, how that doting lover sang!

A bull-dog with invidious fang—

A nip, a grip, and then a pang!

A maiden swooning in affright.

A lover in a piteous plight,

A canine quivering with delight—

A wild, delirious autumn night!