From "The Century."
A PAIR OF GLOVES.
My love of loves—my May,
In rippling shadows lying,
Was sleeping mid the hay—
My love of loves—my May!
The ardent sun was trying
To kiss her dreams away!
My love of loves—my May,
In rippling shadows lying.
I knelt and kissed her lips,
Sweeter than any flower
The bee for honey sips!
I knelt and kissed her lips,—
And as her dark eyes' power
Awoke from sleep's eclipse,
I knelt and kissed her lips,
Sweeter than any flower!
The pair of gloves I won,
My darling pays in kisses!
Long may the sweet debt run—
The pair of gloves I won!
Till death our loves dismisses
This feud will ne'er be done—
The pair of gloves I won,
My darling pays in kisses!
C. H. Waring.
IN THE ORCHARD.
A Trio of Triolets.