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O Jeanne； a single amber glance
Will pay him！ … 〃Let's play millionaire
For just two hours … on princely fare；
At some hotel where lovers dine
A deux and pledge across the wine。〃
They find a damask breakfast…room；
Where stiff silk roses range their bloom。
The garcon has a splendid way
Of bearing in grand dejeuner。
Then to be left alone； alone；
High up above Rue Castiglione；
Curtained away from all the rude
Rumors； in silken solitude；
And； John； her head upon your knees …
Time waits for moments such as these。
Florence Wilkinson ＇18
〃ONE； TWO； THREE！〃
It was an old； old； old； old lady；
And a boy that was half…past three；
And the way that they played together
Was beautiful to see。
She couldn't go running and jumping；
And the boy； no more could he；
For he was a thin little fellow；
With a thin little twisted knee。
They sat in the yellow sunlight；
Out under the maple tree；
And the game that they played I'll tell you；
Just as it was told to me。
It was Hide…and…Go…Seek they were playing；
Though you'd never have known it to be …
With an old； old； old； old lady；
And a boy with a twisted knee。
The boy would bend his face down
On his one little sound right knee；
And he'd guess where she was hiding；
In guesses One； Two； Three！
〃You are in the china…closet！〃
He would cry； and laugh with glee …
It wasn't the china closet；
But he still had Two and Three。
〃You are up in papa's big bedroom；
In the chest with the queer old key！〃
And she said： 〃You are warm and warmer；
But you're not quite right；〃 said she。
〃It can't be the little cupboard
Where mamma's things used to be …
So it must be the clothes…press； Gran'ma！〃
And he found her with his Three。
Then she covered her face with her fingers；
That were wrinkled and white and wee；
And she guessed where the boy was hiding；
With a One and a Two and a Three。
And they never had stirred from their places；
Right under the maple tree …
This old； old； old； old lady
And the boy with the lame little knee …
This dear； dear； dear old lady；
And the boy who was half…past three。
Henry Cuyler Bunner ＇1855…1896＇
THE CHAPERON
I take my chaperon to the play …
She thinks she's taking me。
And the gilded youth who owns the box；
A proud young man is he；
But how would his young heart be hurt
If he could only know
That not for his sweet sake I go
Nor yet to see the trifling show；
But to see my chaperon flirt。
Her eyes beneath her snowy hair
They sparkle young as mine；
There's scarce a wrinkle in her hand
So delicate and fine。
And when my chaperon is seen；
They come from everywhere …
The dear old boys with silvery hair；
With old…time grace and old…time air；
To greet their old…time queen。
They bow as my young Midas here
Will never learn to bow
（The dancing…masters do not teach
That gracious reverence now）；
With voices quavering just a bit；
They play their old parts through；
They talk of folk who used to woo；
Of hearts that broke in 'fifty…two …
Now none the worse for it。
And as those aged crickets chirp；
I watch my chaperon's face；
And see the dear old features take
A new and tender grace；
And in her happy eyes I see
Her youth awakening bright；
With all its hope； desire； delight …
Ah； me！ I wish that I were quite
As young … as young as she！
Henry Cuyler Bunner ＇1855…1896＇
〃A PITCHER OF MIGNONETTE〃
A pitcher of mignonette
In a tenement's highest casement； …
Queer sort of flower…pot … yet
That pitcher of mignonette
Is a garden in heaven set；
To the little sick child in the basement …
The pitcher of mignonette；
In the tenement's highest casement。
Henry Cuyler Bunner ＇1855…1896＇
OLD KING COLE
In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole
A wise old age anticipate；
Desiring； with his pipe and bowl；
No Khan's extravagant estate。
No crown annoyed his honest head；
No fiddlers three were called or needed；
For two disastrous heirs instead
Made music more that ever three did。
Bereft of her with whom his life
Was harmony without a flaw；
He took no other for a wife；
Nor sighed for any that he saw；
And if he doubted his two sons；
And heirs； Alexis and Evander；
He might have been as doubtful once
Of Robert Burns and Alexander。
Alexis； in his early youth；
Began to steal … from old and young。
Likewise Evander； and the truth
Was like a bad taste on his tongue。
Born thieves and liars； their affair
Seemed only to be tarred with evil …
The most insufferable pair
Of scamps that ever cheered the devil。
The world went on； their fame went on；
And they went on … from bad to worse；
Till； goaded hot with nothing done；
And each accoutered with a curse；
The friends of Old King Cole； by twos；
And fours； and sevens； and elevens；
Pronounced unalterable views
Of doings that were not of Heaven's。
And having learned again whereby
Their baleful zeal had come about；
King Cole met many a wrathful eye
So kindly that its wrath went out …
Or partly out。 Say what they would；
He seemed the more to court their candor；
But never told what kind of good
Was in Alexis and Evander。
And Old King Cole； with many a puff
That haloed his urbanity；
Would smoke till he had smoked enough；
And listen most attentively。
He beamed as with an inward light
That had the Lord's assurance in it；
And once a man was there all night；
Expecting something every minute。
But whether from too little thought；
Or too much fealty to the bowl；
A dim reward was all he got
For sitting up with Old King Cole。
〃Though mine；〃 the father mused aloud；
〃Are not the sons I would have chosen；
Shall I； less evilly endowed；
By their infirmity be frozen？
〃They'll have a bad end； I'll agree；
But I was never born to groan；
For I can see what I can see；
And I'm accordingly alone。
With open heart and open door；
I love my friends； I like my neighbors；
But if I try to tell you more；
Your doubts will overmatch my labors。
〃This pipe would never make me calm；
This bowl my grief would never drown。
For grief like mine there is no balm
In Gilead； or in Tilbury Town。
And if I see what I can see；
I know not any way to blind it；
Nor more if any way may be
For you to grope or fly to find it。
〃There may be room for ruin yet；
And ashes for a wasted love；
Or； like One whom you may forget；
I may have meat you know not of。
And if I'd rather live than weep
Meanwhile； do you find that surprising？
Why； bless my soul； the man's asleep！
That's good。 The sun will soon be rising。〃
Edwin Arlington Robinson ＇1869…1935＇
THE MASTER MARINER
My grandshire sailed three years from home；
And slew unmoved the sounding whale：
Here on the windless beach I roam
And watch far out the hardy sail。
The lions of the surf that cry
Upon this lion…colored shore
On reefs of midnight met his eye：
He knew their fangs as I their roar。
My grandsire sailed uncharted seas；
And toll of all their leagues he took：
I scan the shallow bays at ease；
And tell their colors in a book。
The anchor…chains his music made
And wind in shrouds and running…gear：
The thrush at dawn beguiles my glade；
And once； 'tis said； I woke to hear。
My grandsire in his ample fist
The long harpoon upheld to men：
Behold obedient to my wrist
A gray gull's…feather for my pen！
Upon my grandsire's leathern cheek
Five zones their bitter bronze had set：
Some day their hazards I will seek；
I promise me at times。 Not yet。
I think my grandsire now would turn
A mild but speculative eye
On me； my pen and its concern；
Then gaze again to sea … and sigh。
George Sterling ＇1869…1926＇
A ROSE TO THE LIVING
A rose to the living is more
Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead：
In filling love's infinite store；
A rose to the living is more； …
If graciously given before
The hungering spirit is fled； …
A rose to the living is more
Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead。
Nixon Waterman ＇1859…
A KISS
Rose kissed me to…day。
Will she kiss me to…morrow？
Let it be as it may；
Rose kissed me to…day
But the pleasure gives way
To a savor of sorrow； …
Rose kissed me to…day； …
Will she kiss me to…morrow？
Austin Dobson ＇1840…1921＇
BIFTEK AUX CHAMPIGNONS
Mimi； do you remember …
Don't get behind your fan …
That morning in September
On the cliffs of Grand Manan；
Where to the shock of Fundy
The topmost harebells sway
（Campanula rotundi…
folia： cf。 Gray）？
On the pastures high and level；
That overlook the sea；
Where I wondered what the devil
Those little things could be
That Mimi stooped to gather；
As she strolled across the down；
And held her dress skirt rather …
Oh； now； you need n't frown。
For you know the dew was heavy；
And your boots； I know； were thin；
So a little extra brevi…
ty in skirts was； sure； no sin。
Besides； who minds a cousin？
First； second； even third； …
I've kissed 'em by the dozen；
And they never once demurred。
〃If one's allowed to ask it；〃
Quoth I； 〃 ma belle cousine；
What have you in your basket？〃
（Those baskets white and green
The brave Passamaquoddies
Weave out of scented grass；
And sell to tourist bodies
Who through Mt。 Desert pass。）
You answered； slightly frowning；
〃Put down your stupid book …
That everlasting Browning！ …
And come and help me look。
Mushroom you spik him English；
I call him champignon：
I'll teach you to distinguish
The right kind from the wrong。〃
There was no fog on Fundy
That blue September day；
The west wind； for that one day；
Had swept it all away。
The lighthouse glasses twinkled；
The white gulls screamed and flew；
The merry shee
