. Homespun verses . mirror bright,And prints in gauzy pink attire, And table spread with cheery care,And Tabby dozing by the fire, And grandame nodding in her chair. Without, a matron young and fair, In dress of spotless white arrayed,A red rose in her jetty hair, While, twixt the moonlight and the shade,She stands in questioning dismay— With outspread hand she shades her eyes,And gazes wistfully away To where the pebbly pathway lies. 96 HOMESPUN VERSES. Beyond, the mountain slopes away From farther side of tree-lined plunging streamlet dashes spray From rock to rock in foaming wrath;
. Homespun verses . mirror bright,And prints in gauzy pink attire, And table spread with cheery care,And Tabby dozing by the fire, And grandame nodding in her chair. Without, a matron young and fair, In dress of spotless white arrayed,A red rose in her jetty hair, While, twixt the moonlight and the shade,She stands in questioning dismay— With outspread hand she shades her eyes,And gazes wistfully away To where the pebbly pathway lies. 96 HOMESPUN VERSES. Beyond, the mountain slopes away From farther side of tree-lined plunging streamlet dashes spray From rock to rock in foaming wrath;Far in the valleys deepest dale The glistening river smoothly glides,And near it, nestling in the vale, The village chapel dimly hides. And close at hand, in playful mood; Mid the dark shadow of the crags,And peering through the gloomy wood, The tardy husband slyly , until, with clouded face. His wife shall turn her lingering eves,Then, seizing her in fond embrace, Hell please her with a glad tifflfflBfflli J& „..., „ * Cof&fcelle. T k heres a dimple in your cheek,And Im sure that dimples speak,Corabelle;For the smiles that thither dartKiss the blushes from your heart,When we meet by chance apart Corabelle;And the smiles and blushes start,Corabelle. Theres a sparkle in your eye,Like the starlight in the sky, Corabelle;Oh! A tender tale it tellsWhen your glance upon me dwells,And my throbbing bosom swells, Corabelle;As I think of wedding bells, Corabelle. Theres a cadence iu your voice,At its music I rejoice, Corabelle;Though to all beside unknown,Yet the message in its toneMurmurs love for me alone, Corabelle;Like a song oer waters blown, Corabelle. 98 HOMESPUN VERSES. % Theres a pressure of your handThat my spirit doth command, Corabelle;As its gentle touches nilAll my soul with some strange thrillThen the time I foresee still,— Corabelle;When the bride shall say, I will. Corabelle. Glances, blushes, dimples, , murmurs,—all are
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