E ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE R Rose! I lift you from the street ar better I should own you, n you should lie for random feet, Where careless hands have thrown you! r pinky petals, crushed and torn! w you last in Edith's hair. nonth - "a little month' ago ) theme for moral writer! vixt you and me, my Rose, you know, She might have been politer; THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE But let that pass. She gave you then Behind the oleander To one, perhaps, of all the men, Who best could understand her, Cyril that, duly flattered, took, As only Cyril's able, With just the same Arcadian look Then, having waltzed till every star Lit up his cynical cigar, And tossed you downward, scorning. Kismet, my Rose! Revenge is sweet, She made my heart-strings quiver; And yet You sha'n't lie in the street, I'll drop you in the River. AUSTIN DOBSON THE LOOK STREPHON kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, But the kiss in Colin's eyes SARA TEASDALE SHE came she is gone we have met And meet perhaps never again; And seems to have risen in vain. That last evening ramble we made, Our progress as often delay'd By the nightingale warbling nigh. We paused under many a tree, And much was she charm'd with a tone, Less sweet to Maria and me, Who so lately had witness'd her own. CATHARINA numbers that day she had sung, And gave them a grace so divine, only her musical tongue Could infuse into numbers of mine. e longer I heard, I esteem'd The work of my fancy the more, ough the pleasures of London exceed In number the days of the year, _tharina, did nothing impede, Would feel herself happier here; r the close-woven arches of limes On the banks of our river, I know, e sweeter to her many times Than aught that the city can show. it is, when the mind is endued With a well-judging taste from above, en, whether embellish'd or rude, "T is nature alone that we love. |