Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XXVI, Issue 8082, 29 June 1895, Page 1

Select Poetry.

I AN OLD SWEETHEAJtF£ FAN. .

• m". w.'i'i_ " It has rested for year with its edging of lace, ■ ' \:'f ;■'•'■■ j Concealed from the iftyrii) ,jn the cosiest ] place} / ■/ ■ | 'Tis an old-fashioned jan^ut its memories I prize, • ."',.,' *, For over it peeped. qbc* the, brightest o£ eyes; ' ''.■'.' :, - It hid the aoft blushe* that come whenM toid, ;'■■" -. ; With Cupid to coach me, the story of old| And between me and youth there exists a _ brief span When I dreamily open this old-fashioned fan. Ah, here is the verse—l have found it at last— A sentiment chprahed in days that are past. - , In a lull of love making I~arrote it while we Went d«wn with the tide to a summer time sea. She laughed at my venture, I know it was poor, More musical still was the dip of the oar; As now as the past with its triumphs I scan, It looks up at me from my sweetheart's old fan. - As I open it wide, all alone in my room, There rises a breath of the richest perfume | It has clung to the fan, with its edging of ~-r lace, . , . Along with the dream of a maiden's sweet face. The years of its hiding have failed to dcs« troy " l The delicate scent' that I loved when a boy; -^ And to-day, with a sigh for the past, as a, . man >'- I tenderly bend o'er this old-fashioned fan* Metbinks she is humming her favorite strain, Behind the old fan she is Mashing again ? And now, as her'face hath the sweetest of smiles, Fm a.captive once more in4he web 'of her wiles. i No matter what niftod I am in T can trace The past in the fan, with its edging of lace } Though long and longer grows life's dreary span, I bridge iUwith love and my sweetheart's old fan.