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A SONNET IN DIALOGUE

Frank
(on the Lawn).
Come to the Terrace, May,—the sun is low.

May
(in the House).
Thanks, I prefer my Browning here instead.

Frank.
There are two peaches by the strawberry bed.

May.
They will be riper if we let them grow.

Frank.
Then the Park-aloe is in bloom, you know.

May.
Also, her Majesty Queen Anne is dead.

Frank.
But surely, May, your pony must be fed.

May.
And was, and is. I fed him hours ago.
'Tis useless, Frank, you see I shall not stir.

Frank.
Still, I had something you would like to hear

May.
No doubt some new frivolity of men.

Frank.
Nay,—'tis a thing the gentler sex deplores
Chiefly, I think . . .

May
(coming to the window).
What is this secret, then?

Frank
(mysteriously).
There are no eyes more beautiful than yours!