TO THE ELF ON MY CALENDAR
Sweet Elf, you’ll pipe a merry tune,
Make days and months all gladness;
The clear, bright note you sound in June
Will cheer December’s sadness.
You’ll never pout on rainy days,
Nor when it’s cold will shiver,
But sit serene and sing your lays.
May Old Time bless the giver!
CAPRICE
Love laughed awhile,
And ridiculed my daring
To rashly crave a smile
From her, heart-whole, uncaring.
Oh, how Love laughed!
Love angry grew
And spoiled her pretty features;
I was—she vowed it true—
The most despised of creatures.
Oh, how Love frowned!
Love dropped a tear,
Her anger with it falling;
I felt her blue eyes clear,
My heart and hopes enthralling.
Oh, how Love cried!
Her tears Love dried,
And then she looked up sweetly;
No more her glance defied—
I pressed my suit discreetly.
Love kissed me then!