Sing we of the
Of the old, old days,
Of the reed songs and the murmur
Of the waterways.
Let thy song be merry, ever mine be sad; Let thy sigh be airy, even ofttimes glad; For then comes a sadness I cannot explain, Like the deep-plunged echo of a sea’s refrain;
And it dooms the sweetness
Of her winsome ways
To the dead completeness
Of the old, old days.
Sing, Oh! then
Thou, my mandolin;
Drown each dread annoyance
Deep, thy soul within;
Whisper ever lowly of her glad, true eyes; Sing her name, love, slowly, thou can’st sympathize; Teach my heart, my wilful heart, the faith of peace, Promising her constancy with time’s increase.
Bar, Oh! break the sadness
Of the doubter’s sin;
Sing eternal gladness,
Thou, my mandolin.
HAROLD MARTIN BOWMAN.
On Tying Daphne’s Shoe.
Tying her shoe, I knelt at Daphne’s feet;
My fumbling fingers found such service sweet,
And lingered o’er the task till, when I rose,
Cupid had bound me captive in her bows.
J. STUART BRYAN.
Virginia University Magazine.
I walked one day with Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town,
I in me long Pwinth Albert,
She in a new Worth gown,
I talked that day with Phyllith,
Ovah in Bothton town,
Of things intenth and thoulful,
Begged her me love to cwown.
I pawted that day fwom Phyllith
Ovah in Bothton town;
She’d be a bwothah to me, she said,
But wouldn’t be Mitheth Bwown.
Wesleyan Literary Monthly.
I love confinement in thy bonds,
I love thy little stock to hold,
Thy very scent,
I’ll love confinement of thy bonds,
I’ll love thy little stocks to hold,
Thy every cent,
I marry gold!
HENRY SAFFORD CANDEE.
An Idyl of the Strap.
She spoke to me, her voice was low
With hidden thought I could not know
She cast on me a lingering look
That all my inmost being shook,
And, as our glances mixed, she took
Red and Blue.
The Jim-Jam King of the Jou-Jous.
AN ARABIAN LEGEND.
Translated from the Arabic.
Far off in the waste of desert sand,
The Jim-jam rules in the Jou-jou land:
He sits on a throne of red-hot rocks,
And moccasin snakes are his curling locks;
And the Jou-jous have the conniption fits
In the far-off land where the Jim-jam sits—
If things are nowadays as things were then.
Allah il Allah! Oo-aye! Amen!