Looky here! — you fellers — you
Poets I'm a-talkin' to, —
Allus rhymin', right er wrong,
'Bout your " little " love, and " long " —
'Pears to me 'at nary one
Of you fellers gits much fun
Out o' lovin' — tryin' to fit
Out some fool-receet fer it! —
Love's as broad as long!

Now, I 'low 'at love's a thing
You cain't jes' set down and sing
Out your order fer, and say
You'll hev yourn a certain way;
And how " long " a slice you'll take,
Er how short — 'cause love don't make
No distinctions, and you'll find,

I SO loved once, when Death came by I hid
Away my face,
And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid
To make my hiding-place.

The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and
I turned me then
To calm my love — kiss down her shielding hand
And comfort her again.

And lo! she answered not: And she did sit
All fixedly,
With her fair face and the sweet smile of it,
In love with Death, not me.

SOMEBODY'S sent a funny little valentine to me.
It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree,
And hovering above them — just as cute as he can be —
Is a fairy cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.

And the prankish little fellow looks so knowing in his glee,
With his golden bow and arrow, aiming most unerringly
At a pair of hearts so labeled that I may read and see
That one is meant for " One Who Loves, " and one is meant for me.
But I know the lad who sent it! It's as plain as A-B-C! —

To ask for all thy love and thy whole heart,
'Twere madness.
I do not sue, nor can admit,
Fairest, from you to have all yet:
Who giveth all hath nothing to impart
But sadness.

He that receiveth all, can have no more
Than seeing.
My love by length of every hour
Gathers new strength, new growth, new flower;
You must have daily new rewards in store,
Still being.

You cannot every day give me your heart
For merit:
Yet, if you will, when yours doth go
You shall have still one to bestow;

Over flat familiar water, a worn course.

Long sentences put the helmsman to sleep.

He steers perfectly and dreams that he is steering perfectly and never talks.

Let us rest in the recognition of having seen every single drop of that water already.

Over flat familiar water, a worn course.

Long sentences put the helmsman to sleep.

He steers perfectly and dreams that he is steering perfectly and never talks.

Let us rest in the recognition of having seen every single drop of that water already.

'Tis winter now; the fallen snow Has left the
And yet God's love is not with-drawn; His life with-
heavens all coldly clear; Through leafless boughs the
in the keen air breathes; His beauty paints the
sharp winds blow, And all the earth lies dead and drear.
crimson dawn, And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths.
3. And though abroad the sharp winds blow, And skies are
chill and frosts are keen, Home closer draws her
circle now, And warmer glows her light within.
4. O God! who givest the winter's cold, As well as

1

'Tis now since I began to dy
Foure moneths and more, yet gasping live;
Wrapp'd up in sorrows doe I ly,
Hoping, yet doubting a reprieve
Adam from Paradise expell'd
Just such a wretched being held.

2

'Tis not thy love I feare to loose,
That will in spight of absence hold;
But tis the benefit and use
Is lost, as in imprison'd Gold:
Which though the summe be ne're so great,
Enriches nothing but conceipt.

3

'Tis not how witty, nor how free,
Nor yet how beautifull she be,
But how much kinde and true to me.
Freedom and Wit none can confine,
And Beauty like the Sun doth shine,
But kinde and true are only mine.

Let others with attention sit,
To listen, and admire her wit,
That is a rock where I'll not split.
Let others dote upon her eyes,
And burn their hearts for sacrifice,
Beauty's a calm where danger lyes.

But Kinde and True have been long tried
A harbour where we may confide,
And safely there at anchor ride.

Cease lovely warbler cease thy fond complaint
And let thy grief give way to human woes
For all thy suffrings are to theirs but faint
When the full tide the bosom overflows
The happy partner of thy peaceful nest
In search of food alone has wander'd far
And on the mountain top he stops to rest
But love will guide him to reward thy care
Tis only mans to triumph o'er the heart
Theen throw it from him a neglected thing
To smile at all our pain and call it art
While constancy for us points every sting

VERSE

Time and again I've longed for adventure,
Something to make my heart beat the faster.
What did I long for?
I never really knew.
Finding your love I've found my adventure,
Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster.
All that I want in all of this world is you.

REFRAIN

You are the promised kiss of springtime
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
You are the breathless hush of evening
That trembles on the brink of a lovely song.
You are the angel glow
That lights a star,