A GRIEF WITHOUT RE-DRESS.

Observer, Volume XXXIII, Issue 4, 5 October 1912, Page 14

A GRIEF WITHOUT RE-DRESS.

I fell in love the other day A way I have in Spring, And, since one's plumage should be gay. I ordered a new suit, and meant To meet her, and if she'd consent, To woo like anything.

But now, around the shadier streets By quiet ways I roam ; No parcel on my table greets The longing .eye ; I feel an ass ; I cannot press my suit—alas— My suit has not come home ! " The World/