Poetry.

Lake County Press, Issue 2183, 22 August 1907, Page 2

Poetry.

THE COMING OF KITTY.

Why didn’t I speak before she went ? That was, I may say, my fixed intent, And yet it was idle dreaming. For how on earth can a man propose Right under a watchful mother’s nose ? I never was good at scheming.

And so on that dreadful appointed day, My beautiful Kitty was whisked away, And the word was still unspoken— The word whose answer should fill my heart With bliss no other can o’er impart, Or leave it for ever broken.

For two long months has my dearest girl Played 1 general post ’ in the social whirl, And hearts by the baker’s dozen Must sure have been laid at her dainty feet. And how will she care to-day to meet A poor and distant cousin.

But her letter, I think, has made it plain, They are coming to-day by the midday train. Was it meant for a kind permission ? Well, here I am as the train comes in. Amid running of porters and steam and din, And I pity my own condition.

And here she is in whose heavenly eyes catch the light of a glad surprise, And a welcome all delighted.

Oh Kitty, my dear, you need not speak. I can tell by the llush on your sun-tanned cheek That our love is still unplighted !

A Q.UEEN,

She rules with subtle art and skill Excelling statesmen’s far, And ,ncath her changeful humours still Her subjects loyal are ; No heart rebels against her sway, Her actions meet no blame ; In all her moods from grave to gay Her words attention claim.

Her tiny hands no sceptre hold, No purple robe she wears, Above her shining curls of gold No diadem she bears ; But yet to her in beauty bright Not Dido famed and fair, Nor yet that (jueen, Troy’s bane and blight, Could ever once compare.

She owns no castles, and no lands, No ships, no warlike aid ; Yet ne’er an emperor’s commands As hers were so obeyed : My little daughter, aged but four Short years, reigns royally With pout, and frown, and laughter o’er Her mother, and o’er me.