OME blue points on the half-shell, in a row,
Some iced champagne, a melting bird—and Thou
Beside me flirting, 'neath a picture hat—
Oh, single life were Paradise enow!





COZY-CORNER tête-ā-tête—what bliss!
A murmured word, a sigh, a stolen kiss—
Ah, tell me, does the Promised Paradise
Hold anything one-half so sweet as this?





ND yet, since I am made of common clay,
One charm I'd add to this divine array;
Lord make me careful, and whate'er betide,
Without proposing, let me slip away!





OR, some I've known, the bravest and the best,
Who laughed at Love, as but an idle jest,
Have, one by one, walked straight into the Net,
Helpless, before the Cozy Corner test!





HUS, oft, beside some damsel fond and fair,
I've sat, thrilled by the perfume of her hair,
And madly longed to murmur, lip-to-lip,
"Beloved, marry me!"—but did not dare!