OW THICK THE GOLDCUP FLOWERS

Some lads there are, 't is shame to say,

That only court to thieve,

And once they bear the bloom away
"T is little enough they leave.

Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from trustless chaps.

My love is true and all for you.
"Perhaps, young man, perhaps."

Oh, look in my eyes then, can you doubt?

How

Why, 't is a mile from town.
green the grass is all about!

We might as well sit down.

Ah, life, what is it but a flower?

Why must true lovers sigh?

Be kind, have pity, my own, my pretty, -"Good-bye, young man, good-bye."

A. E. HOUSMAN

TO NO ONE IN PARTICULA

LOCATE your love, you lose your love

Find her, you look away.

...

Though mine I never quite discern, I trace her every day.

She has a thousand presences,
As surely seen and heard

As birds that hide behind a leaf
Or leaves that hide a bird.

Single your love, you lose your love, You cloak her face with clay;

Now mine I never quite discern

And never

look

away.

WITTER BYNN

COMING OUT

ST a week more of waiting, a week and a day, And the night of delight will be here; o ply me your very best pinions, I pray, Wednesday, dear!

We've considered the question, and find that

I must

Have arrived (beyond rational doubt)
Unto years of discretion," and that's why

I'm just

Coming out.

o we're giving a dance, to establish the fact That I'm one with the World and his Wife; And may join, if I choose, in the popular game Known as Life.

Yes, we're giving a dance

on an excellent

floor

To announce that I've come on the scene,

COMING OUT

And that men for the future must say noth

more

Than they mean.

And the dress I'm to wear is a wonder of wh Suggesting a fugitive dove;

And, I'm happy to say, it embraces me qu Like a glove.

And the household will come and inspect

array,

While I try to look careless and bland, Like a hair-dresser's doll pirouetting away On a stand.

And I fancy a bouquet in quite the best From a gallant anonymous swain, Whose ingenuous blushes will render his g Very vain.

And I dream of the partners that jump

that jig,

And the couples that charge and chas

COMING OUT

nd the men who convey you about like a big

Double-bass.

And the fun is to last from a fit time for

bed,

All the lovely night through up to five;

Till the danc'd and the dancers are rather more

dead

Than alive.

Then follows discussion, when every one

goes,

Of the dresses and who wore what;

Of the men who were perfect to dance with, and those

Who were not.

And at last and alone I shall probably scan My programme and gravely reflect

That I've danced with one partner more frequently than

Was correct.