JENNY KISS'D ME WHEN WE MET

JENNY kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief! who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad;

Say that health and wealth have miss'd

LOVE IN A COTTAGE

THEY may talk of love in a cottage,

And bowers of trellised vine Of nature bewitchingly simple,

And milkmaids half divine; They may talk of the pleasure of sle In the shade of a spreading tree, And a walk in the fields at morning, By the side of a footstep free!

But give me a sly flirtation

By the light of a chandelier

With music to play in the pauses,
And nobody very near;

Or a seat on a silken sofa,

With a glass of pure old wine, And mamma too blind to discover

The small white hand in mine.

LOVE IN A COTTAGE

Your love in a cottage is hungry,
Your vine is a nest for flies

Your milkmaid shocks the Graces,
And simplicity talks of pies!
You lie down to your shady slumber
And wake with a bug in your ear,
And your damsel that walks in the

morning

Is shod like a mountaineer.

True love is at home on a carpet,
And mightily likes his ease

And true love has an eye for a dinner,
And starves beneath shady trees.

His wing is the fan of a lady,

His foot's an invisible thing,
And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel
And shot from a silver string.

NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS

ART ABOVE NATURE

TO JULIA

WHEN I behold a Forrest spread
With silken trees upon thy head;

And when I see that other Dresse
Of flowers set in comlinesse:
When I behold another grace

In the ascent of curious Lace,
Which like a Pinacle doth shew
The top, and the top-gallant too.
Then, when I see thy Tresses bound
Into an Ovall, square, or round;
And knit in knots far more than I
Can tell by tongue; or true-love tie:
Next, when those Lawnie Filmes I s

Play with a wild civility:

And all those airie silks to flow,

Alluring me, and tempting so:

I must confesse, mine eye and heart

Dotes less on Nature, than on Art.

ROBERT HERRI