Fly Leaves eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 55 pages of information about Fly Leaves.


’Twas ever thus from childhood’s hour! 
   My fondest hopes would not decay: 
I never loved a tree or flower
   Which was the first to fade away! 
The garden, where I used to delve
   Short-frock’d, still yields me pinks in plenty: 
The peartree that I climb’d at twelve
   I see still blossoming, at twenty.

I never nursed a dear gazelle;
   But I was given a parroquet —
(How I did nurse him if unwell!)
   He’s imbecile, but lingers yet. 
He’s green, with an enchanting tuft;
   He melts me with his small black eye: 
He’d look inimitable stuff’d,
   And knows it—­but he will not die!

I had a kitten—­I was rich
   In pets—­but all too soon my kitten
Became a full-sized cat, by which
   I’ve more than once been scratch’d and bitten. 
And when for sleep her limbs she curl’d
   One day beside her untouch’d plateful,
And glided calmly from the world,
   I freely own that I was grateful.

And then I bought a dog—­a queen! 
   Ah Tiny, dear departing pug! 
She lives, but she is past sixteen
   And scarce can crawl across the rug. 
I loved her beautiful and kind;
   Delighted in her pert Bow-wow: 
But now she snaps if you don’t mind;
   ’Twere lunacy to love her now.

I used to think, should e’er mishap
   Betide my crumple visaged Ti,
In shape of prowling thief, or trap,
   Or coarse bull-terrier—­I should die. 
But ah! disasters have their use;
   And life might e’en be too sunshiny: 
Nor would I make myself a goose,
   If some big dog should swallow Tiny.


Friend, there be they on whom mishap
   Or never or so rarely comes,
That, when they think thereof, they snap
      Derisive thumbs: 

And there be they who lightly lose
   Their all, yet feel no aching void;
Should aught annoy them, they refuse
      To be annoy’d: 

And fain would I be e’en as these! 
   Life is with such all beer and skittles;
They are not difficult to please
      About their victuals: 

The trout, the grouse, the early pea,
   By such, if there, are freely taken;
If not, they munch with equal glee
      Their bit of bacon: 

And when they wax a little gay
   And chaff the public after luncheon,
If they’re confronted with a stray
      Policeman’s truncheon,

They gaze thereat with outstretch’d necks,
   And laughter which no threats can smother,
And tell the horror-stricken X
      That he’s another.

In snowtime if they cross a spot
   Where unsuspected boys have slid,
They fall not down—­though they would not
      Mind if they did: 

When the spring rosebud which they wear
   Breaks short and tumbles from its stem,
No thought of being angry e’er
      Dawns upon them;

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