A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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DEPARTED FRIENDS.
Where is the doodlebug that erst
When blushing, fragrance breathing flowers,
Wooed back by April's kindly showers,
Beamed gladly forth from Flora's bowers,
Where is the doodlebug, we say,
That burst
All into life and toiled away
Through sand and sun of summer day?
When blushing, fragrance breathing flowers,
Wooed back by April's kindly showers,
Beamed gladly forth from Flora's bowers,
Where is the doodlebug, we say,
That burst
All into life and toiled away
Through sand and sun of summer day?
Where is the gauzey white pekay
Which when the spring, serene and warm
Succeeded wintry wind and storm,
Bedecked the average female form,
O where that fluted biased thing
We pray
That with the advent of each spring,
The beaux admire and poets sing?
Which when the spring, serene and warm
Succeeded wintry wind and storm,
Bedecked the average female form,
O where that fluted biased thing
We pray
That with the advent of each spring,
The beaux admire and poets sing?
Gone, like a fevered, summer dream,
Gone like the soon forgotten lay,
Gone like the friend of yesterday,
The doodlebug, the white pekay!
But when the vernal breeze and rain
And beam
Refresh the hillside and the plain,
The two will come, will come again.
Gone like the soon forgotten lay,
Gone like the friend of yesterday,
The doodlebug, the white pekay!
But when the vernal breeze and rain
And beam
Refresh the hillside and the plain,
The two will come, will come again.
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