A LESSON IN LOVE.
By FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE.
She was like the hawthorn snow—
Like a furry kitten—
Like a cherry’s melting glow
Ere a beak hath bitten.
She was laugh and rosy pout,
Beam and dew together;
Green was all the vale about—
It was April weather.
“Do, do, do’e, do!”
Hark, the dove is cooing!
All the sky is tender blue,
All the world is wooing.
Little sunbeams kissed her face
Every time they spied her:
“O to take a sunbeam’s place!”
Mused the boy beside her.
He would die to kiss her shoe,
Wrought of fairy leather;
And he did as lovers do—
Talked about the weather.
“Do, do, do’e, do!”
Hark, the dove is cooing!
All the sky is tender blue,
All the world is wooing.
Daisy let her lashes fall—
All the day was darkling:
Yet beneath their fringèd pall
Mirthful eyes were sparkling.
From the poplar overhead
Fluttered down a feather:
“Hear the doves,” she meekly said,
“Talking of the weather!”
“Do, do, do’e, do!”
All the doves are cooing!
Fell the boy a-pleading too—
Happy was the wooing.
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