THE DANGER SIGNAL.
["I think moods and colours are related to one another. For instance, you have to feel very happy and well to enjoy rose-pink."
Miss Gladys Cooper.]
Dear, did the afternoon seem dull and dreary?
Sweet, did you murmur as the tears fell thick—
"My true love cometh not and I am weary;
This is a dirty trick"?
Hear my excuse. With laudable precision
I reached our rendezvous full early, but
When you appeared in view, a rose-pink vision,
I really had to cut.
For oh! your costume made me apprehensive;
That colour-scheme which caused my eyes to blink
Proved you in joyous vein, while I was pensive
And in no mood for pink.
I wanted converse with the gentle lily
And not the rose with all its flaunting show,
Someone to stroke my hand and call me "Willie"
In accents soft and low.
If we had met, your gaiety had grieved me;
There had been bitter back-chat to and fro;
And so I stole away ere you perceived me;
Dear, it was better so.