If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . of bronze and stone. I cared not a rap for the Buddha calm,For one of the idols gray and grim,But here was an object diffrent, quite;And softly along through shade and lightShe came with her footsteps prim. Shed a scarlet wreath in her raven hair;Her obi hung in a fetching bow;Her feet, in queer, little, fingered hose,Fell each as soft as a falling rose,And I wondered which way shed 4 2 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL. She paused like a dove that has lost its way,Her soft robe stirrd oer her gentle , I cried, are y
If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . of bronze and stone. I cared not a rap for the Buddha calm,For one of the idols gray and grim,But here was an object diffrent, quite;And softly along through shade and lightShe came with her footsteps prim. Shed a scarlet wreath in her raven hair;Her obi hung in a fetching bow;Her feet, in queer, little, fingered hose,Fell each as soft as a falling rose,And I wondered which way shed 4 2 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL. She paused like a dove that has lost its way,Her soft robe stirrd oer her gentle , I cried, are you straying here,With your coolie small and riksha near,While you utter your souls behest? I havent a jinrikisha, she said, With cheeks like bloom where the sun doth sfrike; But Ive come far, and tis growing late, So please go down to the temple gate And wheel along up with my bike. It was in the time of the cherry bloom—Im sure of that—and twas in JapanBut did I dream ? Did that vision speakMy native slang in the accents meekOf a dame of the paper fan ?. THE OLD * He seemed anxious to get away from the rest of theveterans who spent a few hours between trains in Lincolnpark yesterday, and he finally wandered down one of thesheltered paths that lead to the lake, and emerged at aspot out of the way of the usual visitor. Once there, he looked up and down a little anx-iously, and then drew from the breast of his shabby bluecoat a battered old bugle. The instrument was tarnished and bruised, and theonce scarlet tassels were faded, but the old man held itin his hands lovingly and turned it from side to side,lingering over it as one might over an object of peculiarbeauty. I wonder if I dast? he said at last, aloud, smil-ing the shamed, pleased, diffident smile of unusual daring. 1 I aint tried it fur thirty year, but I uster make itsing — an* I bleeve I could now ! He raised the instrument to his lips, but theytwitched nervously and he could not make a sound. 43 44 IF TA
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