Classic Poem

I MET by chance a milliner,
A girl by name of Jacqueline:
June-sweet was the voice of her,
And wonderful eyes of aquamarine,
Pale blue and pale green,
Appealed from her face of ivory,
Too wild to care how she were seen
Down town o' nights with me.

In a fussy shop thro' daylight hours
Trimly she fashioned vanities;
Scraps of birds, and crazy flowers,
Trifles of straw and fripperies,
To put on the heads of fine ladies:
But after six, when she was free,
Jacqueline went as you please
Down town o' nights with me.

Jacqueline was a good chum
For gay streets and vaudeville;
And I spent my coin, when I had some,
For the pleasure it was to see her feel
The light dream of the moment real,
Or harken awhile to her velvety
Low laughter, over a meal
Down town o' nights with me.

Jacqueline has gone away
To marry a man of property;
Jacqueline no more will play
Down town o' nights with me.