12. No! This other, on returning (Sir, I hope you understand!) 13. So, he made himself a statue : On the lyre, he pointed at you, Never more apart you found Her, he throned, from him, she crowned. 14. That's the tale: its application? Somebody I know Hopes one day for reputation Through his poetry that's- Oh, All so learned and so wise And deserving of a prize! 15. If he gains one, will some ticket, Tell the gazer ""Twas a cricket Helped my crippled lyre, whose lilt Sweet and low, when strength usurped Softness' place i' the scale, she chirped? 16. "For as victory was nighest, While I sang and played, What I viewed there once, what I view again Where the physic bottles stand On the table's edge, is a suburb lane, With a wall to my bedside hand. 3. That lane sloped, much as the bottles do, O'er the garden-wall: is the curtain blue 4. To mine, it serves for the old June weather And that farthest bottle labelled "Ether" Is the house o'er-topping all. What right had a lounger up their lane? But, by creeping very close, With the good wall's help, - their eyes might strain And stretch themselves to Oes, 8. Yet never catch her and me together, As she left the attic, there, By the rim of the bottle labelled "Ether," And stole from stair to stair, 9. And stood by the rose-wreathed gate. Alas, We loved, sir - used to meet : How sad and bad and mad it was But then, how it was sweet! RESPECTABILITY. I. DEAR, had the world in its caprice 66 Deigned to proclaim “ I know you both, Of youth had passed, that speed so fast, The world, and what it fears? 2. How much of priceless life were spent Society's true ornament, Ere we dared wander, nights like this, Through wind and rain, and watch the Seine, And feel the Boulevart break again To warmth and light and bliss? 3. I know the world proscribes not love; Allows my finger to caress Your lips' contour and downiness, Provided it supply a glove. |