Train boys deserve to be slain,
Heat and the dust—they are choking
Oh, for the cool of the rain!
—"Gent" just behind me is joking.
Heat and the dust, they are choking,
Clogging and filling my pores;
—"Gent" just behind me is joking,
"Gent" just in front of me snores.
Clogging and filling my pores,
Ears are on edge at the rattle;
"Gent" just in front of me snores,
Sounds like the noise of a battle.
Ears are on edge at the rattle,
Man tho' I am, I am pale,
Sounds like the noise of a battle,
Here we are riding the rail.
Brander Matthews.
IN THE SULTAN'S GARDEN.
(Pantoum.)
She oped the portal of the palace,
She stole into the garden's gloom;
From every spotless snowy chalice
The lilies breathed a sweet perfume.
She stole into the garden's gloom,
She thought that no one would discover;
The lilies breathed a sweet perfume,
She swiftly ran to meet her lover.
She thought that no one would discover,
But footsteps followed ever near;
She swiftly ran to meet her lover
Beside the fountain crystal clear.