Classic Poem

As sank the sun of summer afternoon
In vespertine effulgence far away,
Marking the ending of another day —
Another perfect day of jocund June,
The Etruscan's barrel-organ played a tune
While youths and maidens, sempiternal, gay,
The light fantastic tripped; and I would sway
With Mamie in a riotous rigadoon.

East side and west, and all around the town
The children sang their " Ring-Around-a-Rose "
And chanted " London Bridge Is Falling Down. "
But oh the grace of her! the twinkling toes
Of her my love! of her my Mamie Rorke
With me upon the sidewalks of New York!