~Equivocal.~
On the wealthy Larica's worn features I wrote
In rhyme some extravagant praise.
The verses were spurned (and I'm in the same boat),
For I called them "Some Lines on Her Face."
BEN JOHNSON. Brunonian.
~A Problem.~
My love's face is exceeding fair,
With eyes like jewels bright;
Above, a wealth of flowing hair,
A golden crown of light.
With smiles more radiant than the sun,
My love frees me from care,
And yet, when all is said and done,
I'm driven, to despair.
And if the reason you'd seek out
Why I should mournful be,
I'll tell you that I'm filled with doubt
Which girl is meant for me.
And yet I love but one sweet face,—
Oh, happy he who wins,—
But I, I'm in an awkward place,
My love, you see, is twins.
G.P. DAY. Yale Record.
~The Outward Shows.~