LINES IN PLEASANT PLACES.
IV.—Between the Dances.
If I were—Jack, and you were—Jill,
Our waltz of some few minutes back
Perchance had been a "frightful thrill"—
If you were Jill, and I were Jack!
If I were Jack (that's—So-and-So),
Of smiles your face would know no lack;
That you were stretched on boredom's rack
You would not do your best to show,
If I were Jack.
If you were Jill (that's—Somebody),
I should not find "the work" up-hill;
No treading conversation's mill—
Floor, music, theatres—wearily,
If you were Jill.
If you were Jill, and I were Jack,
A kinder light your eyes would fill,
And I should not look glum and black
If I were—Jack, and you were—Jill!