Her Beautiful Hands
Your hands--they are strangely fair
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches
Your hands--they are strangely fair
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches
Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain,
His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp In a tremulous refrain:
Patter and tinkle, and drip and drip
Ah
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy designI find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine
The lamplight...
Who would beA merman gay,
Singing alone,
Sitting alone,
With a mermaid's knee,
Tell you what I like the best — 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, — some afternoon Like to jes' git out and rest, And not work at nothin' else
Orchard's where I'd ruther be — Needn't fence it in fer...
Oh
the old swimmin'-hole
whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know Before we c...
I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind
Tennyson"What may I do to make you glad,
To make you glad and free,
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;...
Let us rest ourselves a bit
Worry
— wave your hand to it — Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell a little while
Weary of the weary way We have come from Yesterday,
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,
You'll have me, too, the side o' you, with heart as light as air;
No care for where the road you take's a-leadin' anywhere,— It can but be a joyful ja'nt whilst you journey there
O her beautiful eyes
they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the light of their love is the gleam of the sun O'er the meadows of Spring where the quick shadows run: As the morn shirts the mists and the c...
"That little dog 'ud scratch at that
And go on a-whinin' two hours
He'd ever let up
There