A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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A KANSAS CITY ECHO.
I sing of beauty and the swell,
Who loved not wisely, but too well,
The old, old story.
She was a farmer's belle, in truth,
And he an operatic youth
In tights and glory.
Who loved not wisely, but too well,
The old, old story.
She was a farmer's belle, in truth,
And he an operatic youth
In tights and glory.
Their love was not unmixed with pain,
The lady's brother had a vein
Of humor merry.
He found, by chance, a billet-doux,
And, smiling, quoth: “This youth is too
Preliminary.”
The lady's brother had a vein
Of humor merry.
He found, by chance, a billet-doux,
And, smiling, quoth: “This youth is too
Preliminary.”
With that he sought the trysting spot,
The air was comfortably hot,
Begetting dizziness,
And just at hand a fair array
Of clubs and other missiles lay,
In case of business.
The air was comfortably hot,
Begetting dizziness,
And just at hand a fair array
Of clubs and other missiles lay,
In case of business.
But why prolong the tale of woe,
Of how he interviewed that beau,
In sport athletic;
And bore upon him like a gust,
And trailed his lithe form in the dust,
Unsympathetic?
Of how he interviewed that beau,
In sport athletic;
And bore upon him like a gust,
And trailed his lithe form in the dust,
Unsympathetic?
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No more will this fair maid, they say,
Pursue the tenor of her way
In delectation;
No hope has he to ring the belle,
Which only sounds for him a knell
Of separation.
Pursue the tenor of her way
In delectation;
No hope has he to ring the belle,
Which only sounds for him a knell
Of separation.
August 16th, 1881.
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