A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE TWO MEETINGS. |
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THE TWO MEETINGS.
Ah, 'twas a glorious autumn night
Full fifteen years ago,
The moon and stars were shining bright,
Bathing the hills in mystic light,
When robed in garb of snowy white,
My Ethel met me in the hall,
Responsive to my pleading call.
Full fifteen years ago,
The moon and stars were shining bright,
Bathing the hills in mystic light,
When robed in garb of snowy white,
My Ethel met me in the hall,
Responsive to my pleading call.
Now what did I or what did she
The world shall never know;
Not e'en the moon nor stars could see
Of all the world most happy we;
Oh, 'twas an hour of ecstasy;
We pledged our loves and lives and all,
When Ethel met me in the hall.
The world shall never know;
Not e'en the moon nor stars could see
Of all the world most happy we;
Oh, 'twas an hour of ecstasy;
We pledged our loves and lives and all,
When Ethel met me in the hall.
Ah, well, we met again last night,
('Twas rather late, I trow);
Some how, I didn't feel just right,
(I may have been a little tight)
When clad in nightly robe of white
My Ethel met me in the hall
And braced me up against the wall.
('Twas rather late, I trow);
Some how, I didn't feel just right,
(I may have been a little tight)
When clad in nightly robe of white
My Ethel met me in the hall
And braced me up against the wall.
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Now what did I or what did she
I'm not prepared to show;
It may suffice to state that we
Had quite a little jubilee,
And I may say ('twixt you and me)
It is with pain that I recall
How Ethel met me in the hall.
I'm not prepared to show;
It may suffice to state that we
Had quite a little jubilee,
And I may say ('twixt you and me)
It is with pain that I recall
How Ethel met me in the hall.
February 24th, 1882.
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