. The lays of a lawyer . *7. APRIL FOOL WOULD not kiss you, if I could; I would not press your hand I swear:Twere vain t* undo your silken snoodTo tempt me with your golden hair: My arm abhors your dainty waist; My head upon your virgin breast,Nor rapture can, nor comfort taste,But sighs for pillows and for rest; My eyes I close and turn away. If but an ankle steal in to your rippling laughter gay I shut my ears with all my might; And—yes, though youre the brightest ever chattered French at school, If you believe one word of this, ril laugh and call you : April Fool ! a8- A

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. The lays of a lawyer . *7. APRIL FOOL WOULD not kiss you, if I could; I would not press your hand I swear:Twere vain t* undo your silken snoodTo tempt me with your golden hair: My arm abhors your dainty waist; My head upon your virgin breast,Nor rapture can, nor comfort taste,But sighs for pillows and for rest; My eyes I close and turn away. If but an ankle steal in to your rippling laughter gay I shut my ears with all my might; And—yes, though youre the brightest ever chattered French at school, If you believe one word of this, ril laugh and call you : April Fool ! a8- A MLLE. PHYLLIS

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