More Songs From Vagabondia eBook

Richard Hovey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 45 pages of information about More Songs From Vagabondia.

More Songs From Vagabondia eBook

Richard Hovey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 45 pages of information about More Songs From Vagabondia.

Since you’ll quote every cadence in Kipling
And Arnold (of course I mean Matt),
If you don’t make a bard of some stripling
Before he knows where he is at.

I am sure you’ll be lovely as Trilby,
The loveliest bud of the year;
But remember, Karlene, I shall still be
Your doting old godfather, dear.

When you hear Archimedes’ conundrum,
Like enough you’ll be wanting to try
Whether one little girl contra mundum
Can’t lift the old thing with a pry!

You will turn up your nose at poor “Thy will,”
With a haughty agnostical sniff,
Till you find the imperative “I will”
Has a future conditional “if.”

And then you will come to your senses,
And find out why women were made;
And men too; and why there are fences
All round the whole lot where you strayed,

While you wore yourself down to a shadow
Yet failed to discover your sphere;
For you’ll see Adam down in the meadow
And think what a goosey you were!

And then when your classmates are singing
Once more for good-by the old glees,
And the round painted lanterns are swinging
And sputtering out in the trees,

When everything stales and withers
Except the great stars up above,
Your heartstrings will all go to smithers,
You’ll just be one crumple of love.

And Adam will be such a duffer
(Dear fellow, I mean), he’ll contrive,
Till you make him, to not make him suffer,
The happiest mortal alive.

Oh, it makes me too ill to continue,
Imagining how it will be
When some dapper youth comes to win you
And smiles condescension on me!

I shall loathe his immaculate breeding,
And advise you in time to refuse. 
To think he will share in your reading,
And even unbutton your shoes!

And yet when for that precious laddie
Your hair is all crinkled and curled,
I guess you’ll be just like your daddy,
The dearest old soul in the world!

CONCERNING KAVIN.

When Kavin comes back from the barber,
Although he no longer is young,
One cheek is as soft as his heart,
And the other as smooth as his tongue.

KAVIN AGAIN.

It is not anything he says,
It’s just his presence and his smile,
The blarney of his silences
That cocker and beguile.

ACROSS THE TABLE.  To A. L. L.

Here’s to you, Arthur!  You and I
Have seen a lot of stormy weather,
Since first we clinked cups on the sly
At school together.

The winds of fate have had their will
And blown our crafts so far apart
We hardly knew if either still
Were on the chart.

But now I know the love of man
Is more than time or space or fate,
And laugh to scorn the powers that ban,
With you for mate.

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