I pawted that day fwom Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town;
She'd be a bwothah to me, she said,
But wouldn't be Mitheth Bwown.
FERRIS GREENSLET. Wesleyan Literary Monthly.
~Marigold.~
I love confinement in thy bonds,
I love thy little stock to hold,
Thy very scent,
Aye, marigold!
I'll love confinement of thy bonds,
I'll love thy little stocks to hold,
Thy every cent,
I marry gold!
HENRY SAFFORD CANDEE. Trinity Tablet.
~An Idyl of the Strap.~
She spoke to me, her voice was low
And sweet,
With hidden thought I could not know
Replete.
She cast on me a lingering look
That all my inmost being shook,
And, as our glances mixed, she took
My seat.
Red and Blue.
~The Jim-Jam King of the Jou-Jous.~