To-day you have critical ears; You once could be charmed with our salads Alas! you've been dining with Peers; You trifled and flirted with many, You've forgotten the when and the how; There was one you liked better than any, Perhaps you've forgotten her now. But of those you remember most newly, They tell me you've many who flatter, They tell me you're shadowed with laurel: They tell me you're sadly immoral - OUR BALL to me, you are still what I found you, efore you grew clever and tall; I you'll think of the spell that once bound you; nd you'll come won't you come? - to our Ball! WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED IMITATION My love she leans from the window Afar in a rosy land; And red as a rose are her blushes, And white as a rose her hand. And the roses cluster around her, I dwell in a land of winter, From my love a world apart But the snow blooms over with roses At the thought of her in my heart. This German style of poem Is uncommonly popular now; For the worst of us poets can do it Since Heine showed us how. HENRY CUYLER BUNNER TO HIS COY MISTRESS HAD we but world enough, and time, We would sit down, and think which way But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. Fair lady, you deserve this state, TO HIS COY MISTRESS Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Thy beauty shall no more be found, The grave's a fine and private place, Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, At every pore with instant fires, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-shapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all |