A BACHELOR'S REVERIE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 9, 4 March 1893, Page 205

A BACHELOR'S REVERIE.

Three locks of hair in my hand 1 hold As I sit in the firelight’s glow, One black, one brown, and one like gold— They are relics of long ago. And where are the girls who owned them now, The brown haired, half-brunette, The beautiful blonde with the snowy brow, And the maid with the braids of jet ? The first was true till a rival lied About me, and him she wed ; To day to her apron string he’s tied. And they’re happy, I hear it said. I quarrelled with her of the snowy brow. And she married another, of course. She is living in South Dakota now, Where she’s trying to get a divorce. And the dark-haired maiden, where is she ’ 1 thought her affection sure, But she wouldn’t desert her home for me, For her father was ill and poor. So I gave her up and went away, Declaring she used me ill. That was y ears ago. I returned to-day, And I find she is single still. No lover she’s had since I went away. Though her father’s long been dead ; She teaches school, so the neighbours say, To earn her daily bread. I’ve wealth enough—she can have it all — Me with it. I think I’ll write ; No, it isn’t late. By Jove 1 I’ll call On the dark-haired girl to-night.