"Don't disturb me," was his answer,
When addressed, "Oh, let me be!
I am filled with heavenly raptures,
For I see infinity!
"Let me gaze until I'm sated,
For at last I've found a place,
Where there's absolutely nothing
Crowded out for want of space!"
GRANT SHOWERMAN. Wisconsin Aegis.
~The Conversion.~
She told him surely 'twas not right
To smoke a pipe from morn to night
"Indeed," cried he, "what would you, dear?
'Tis but to aid my thoughts of you."
"Why, then," she whispered, nestling near,
"Why, then, I love your old pipe, too."
R. W. BERGENGREN. Harvard Advocate.
~Were It Only Now.~
I'm sitting musing in my room,
The snow is on the ground;
The moon has hid her face to-night,
And darkness is profound.
'Twas somewhat such a night as this,
A little darker, though,
I asked Bess to go sleighing, and
She said that she would go.
But just as we were starting out,
Said she, "For just us two"
(A smile played round her mouth) "I think
It much too dark, don't you?"
I did not know their wiles as yet,
I was so young and slow;
But thought she really meant it, and
I stammered, "I—think—so."
She cast at me a pitying glance,
Then in the house we went;
The balance of that evening was
In conversation spent.