CX
HER DREAM
The girl awoke at dawn of day, Aroused by trilling roundelay; "Nightingale, oh, stop thy singing! Stop thy singing, pray! Cease thy songs, and fly away To Cattaro, down by the bay.
To Cattaro now speed thy flight, To tell the dream I've dreamt this night: I found me in his garden gay, Gathering fair roses; With his eye he followed me, As I passed from tree to tree.
I brought him then red roses fair, And tied them in his steed's black hair. Smiling, then a ring he gave me; Ah, a ring so rare! And he kissed me where I stood; A kiss that made to me all good.
Smiling, yes, a kiss he gave me! Than golden ring with diamond bright More precious far in my heart's sight. Stop singing, bird! This is my dream; go, tell him so, Go! wing thy way to Cattaro." J. W. W.
CXI
TROUBLE WITH THE HUSBAND
I married last year, This year I repent. Bad husband have I, With temper like nettle: My lot I resent.
The frost kills the nettle, But this husband of mine, He thinks the frost fine: By the stove all day long He does nothing but sit, And says that the frost He minds not one bit!