Cap and Gown / A Treasury of College Verse

by Unknown

Sing we of the summer,
Of the old, old days,
Of the reed songs and the murmur
Of the waterways.
Let thy song be merry, ever mine be sad;
Let thy sigh be airy, even ofttimes glad;
For then comes a sadness I cannot explain,
Like the deep-plunged echo of a sea's refrain;
And it dooms the sweetness
Of her winsome ways
To the dead completeness
Of the old, old days.

Sing, Oh! then with joyance,
Thou, my mandolin;
Drown each dread annoyance
Deep, thy soul within;
Whisper ever lowly of her glad, true eyes;
Sing her name, love, slowly, thou can'st sympathize;
Teach my heart, my wilful heart, the faith of peace,
Promising her constancy with time's increase.
Bar, Oh! break the sadness
Of the doubter's sin;
Sing eternal gladness,
Thou, my mandolin.

HAROLD MARTIN BOWMAN. Inlander.

~On Tying Daphne's Shoe.~

Tying her shoe, I knelt at Daphne's feet;
My fumbling fingers found such service sweet,
And lingered o'er the task till, when I rose,
Cupid had bound me captive in her bows.

J. STUART BRYAN. Virginia University Magazine.

II. COMEDY

~Chappie's Lament.~

I walked one day with Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town,
I in me long Pwinth Albert,
She in a new Worth gown,

I talked that day with Phyllith,
Ovah in Bothton town,
Of things intenth and thoulful,
Begged her me love to cwown.