SOUVENIR DU BAL.
Tiny pencil from her programme, Dainty card of gold and blue, Lightly held in shell-pink fingers When my eyes last lit on you. Tell me what her bosom's tbongbts were, Tell me why her eyes were bright. While the music's throbbing measure Floated through the summer night. Was she thinking of the future, Hid by Time’s all rosy wing ? Of her gifts in life’s cotillon ? Of the joys that love should bring Tell me, did her heart beat faster, Did her eyes more softly glance, As you nestled in her bosom When I went to claim * our dance ’ ? Was she sorry when I left her. With a smile and lingering bow ? Can I hope, with rhyme or reason, That she’s thinking of me now ’ F.W.F.
Logic presumably has legs, because it usually * stands to reason.*
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIX, 12 May 1894, Page 447
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138SOUVENIR DU BAL. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue XIX, 12 May 1894, Page 447
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