~That Sweet Girl Graduate.~
So stately and so dignified
She looks in cap and gown,
I hardly dare to speak to her,
This grad. of great renown.
I scarcely can believe my eyes!
It surely can't be she
Who always seemed so very shy,
So very coy to me!
But suddenly the spell departs,
And I give thanks to Fate;
For anxiously she asks me if
Her mortar-board's on straight.
Harvard Lampoon.
~Faint Heart.~
My lady fair
Her golden hair
Lets fall a-down her shoulder.
I'd steal a tress,—
She's no redress,—
Were I a little bolder.
From her sweet lip
A bee might sip,
Sweeter than rose-leaf's savor.
A kiss I'd take,—
No cry she'd make,—
Were I a little braver.
Her neat, trim waist
Just suits my taste;
Close in my arms I'd fold her,
And clasp her tight,—
She'd feel no fright,—
Were I a little bolder.
She's waiting now
'Till I find how
To ask of her a favor.
She'll be my wife,—
I'd stake my life,—
When I'm a little braver.