Elizabethan days . THE CHOIR INVISIBLE AST night some one who talked like you Sat next to me at dinner, and I drew Expressions from her, and I would rejoice To hear this counterfeit posesssor of your voice. This morning some one who had just seen youTold me of the meeting and I drewThe story from him, how you looked and seemed;You mentioned me, the fondest hope I dreamed. And every day I wonder whether fate will grant That I may see you, greatest joy extant! And listen to your voice with its perplexing tone And talk to you as if you were my own, And marvel oer the charms that have for years Ca
Elizabethan days . THE CHOIR INVISIBLE AST night some one who talked like you Sat next to me at dinner, and I drew Expressions from her, and I would rejoice To hear this counterfeit posesssor of your voice. This morning some one who had just seen youTold me of the meeting and I drewThe story from him, how you looked and seemed;You mentioned me, the fondest hope I dreamed. And every day I wonder whether fate will grant That I may see you, greatest joy extant! And listen to your voice with its perplexing tone And talk to you as if you were my own, And marvel oer the charms that have for years Caused all my happiness—and all my tears. March 18,1909. 8. AT MAMMOTH RINK HAT is how the old year dies,Giving me glimpses of your eyes;Little did I think the chanceWould come today to meet your glance,One look, and clear became the skies—Reflected beauty of your eyes. That is how the old year dies,Giving me glimpses of your eyes;How short the time but deep the sting,Only to meet you on the wing;One look, and clear became the skies—Reflected beauty of your eyes. That is how the old year dies,Giving me glimpses of your eyes;A years misfortunes empty grew,And inspiration burned anew;One look, and clear became the skies—Reflected beauty of your eyes. December 31, 1909. THE NEW REGIME Y j§ES, the old barns going to be a garage,Theyve begun to tear down the stalls,! And the harness and pictures must come out quick,For theyre concreting the walls. For five years in that box over yonder We kept that great pacin mare,Nellie S., with a mark of seventeen, She belonged to poor Jakey Baer. And in those two high stalls next it We boarded Ike Swartz
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