Frank Dempster Sherman.
AN OLD RONDO.
Her scuttle Hatt is wondrous wide,
All furrie, too, on every side,
Soe out she trippeth daintylie,
To let ye Youth full well to see
How fayre ye mayde is for ye Bryde.
A lyttle puffed, may be, bye Pryde,
She yett soe lovelye ys thatt I'd
A Shyllynge gyve to tye, perdie,
Her scuttle Hatt.
Ye Coales unto ye Scuttle slide,
Soe yn her Hatt wolde I, and hide
To steale some Kissestwo or three:
But synce She never asketh me,
Ye scornful Cynick doth deride
Her scuttle Hatt!
Frank Dempster Sherman.
A STREET SKETCH.
Upon the Kerb, a maiden neat—
Her hazel eyes are passing sweet—
There stands and waits in dire distress:
The muddy road is pitiless,
And 'busses thunder down the street!
A snowy skirt, all frills and pleat;
Two tiny, well-shod, dainty feet
Peep out, beneath her kilted dress,
Upon the Kerb.