Rhyme? and reason? . adness, A VALENTINE. 85 And lend my being to the thrallOf gloom and sadness ? And think you that I should be dumb,And full dolorum onmium,Excepting when you choose to come And share my dinner?At other times be sour and glum And daily thinner? Must he then only live to weep, Whod prove his friendship true and deep? By day a lonely shadow creep, At night-time languish,Oft raising in his broken sleep The moan of anguish ? The lover, if for certain daysHis fair one be denied his gaze,Sinks not in grief and wild amaze, But, wiser wooer,He spends the time in writing lays, And po
Rhyme? and reason? . adness, A VALENTINE. 85 And lend my being to the thrallOf gloom and sadness ? And think you that I should be dumb,And full dolorum onmium,Excepting when you choose to come And share my dinner?At other times be sour and glum And daily thinner? Must he then only live to weep, Whod prove his friendship true and deep? By day a lonely shadow creep, At night-time languish,Oft raising in his broken sleep The moan of anguish ? The lover, if for certain daysHis fair one be denied his gaze,Sinks not in grief and wild amaze, But, wiser wooer,He spends the time in writing lays, And posts them to her. 86 A VALENTINE. And if the verse flow free and fast,Till even the poet is aghast,A touching Valentine at last The post shall carry,When thirteen days are gone and past Of February. Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,In desert waste or crowded street,Perhaps before this week shall fleet, Perhaps to-morrow,I trust to find your heart the seat Of wasting sorrow- THE THREE VOICES. £f)c dFtrst He trilled a carol fresh and free:He laughed aloud for very glee:There came a breeze from off the sea 88 THE THREE VOICES. It passed athwart the glooming flat—It fanned his forehead as he sat—It lightly bore away his hat, All to the feet of one who stoodLike maid enchanted in a wood,Frowning as darkly as she could. With huge umbrella, lank and brown, Unerringly she pinned it down, Right through the centre of the crown. Then, with an aspect cold and grim,Regardless of its battered rim,She took it up and gave it him. A while like one in dreams he stood,Then faltered forth his gratitudeIn words just short of being rude : For it had lost its shape and it had cost him four-and-nine;And he was going out to dine.
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