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crested head And sings and sings. They are obedient to their blood, Nor ask a sign, Save buoyant air and swelling bud, At hands divine, But choose, each in the barren wood, His valentine. In caution's maze they never wait Until they die; They flock the season's open gate Ere time steals by. Love, shall we see and imitate, You, love, and I? A Photograph When in this room I turn in pondering pace And find thine eyes upon me where I stand, Led on, as by Enemo's silken strand, I come and gaze and gaze upon thy face. Framed round by silence, poised on pearl-white grace Of curving throat, too sweet for beaded band, It seems as if some wizard's magic wand Had wrought thee for the love of all the race. Dear face, that will not turn about to see The tulips, glorying in the casement sun, Or, other days, the drizzled raindrops run Down the damp walls, but follow only me, Would that Pygmalion's goddess might be won To change this lifeless image into thee! Jesse Covington If I have had some merry times In roaming up and down the earth, Have made some happy-hearted rhymes And had my brimming share of mirth, And if this song should live in fame When my brief day is dead and gone, Let it recall with mine the name Of old man Jesse Covington. Let it recall his waggish heart-- Yeke-hey, yeke-hey, hey-diddle-diddle-- When, while the fire-logs fell apart, He snatched the bow across his fiddle, And looked on, with his eyes half shut, Which meant his soul was wild with fun, At our mad capers through the hut Of old man Jesse Covington. For all the thrilling tales he told, For all the tunes the fiddle knew, For all the glorious nights of old We boys and he have rollicked through, For laughter all unknown to wealth That roared responsive to a pun, A hale, ripe age and ruddy health To old man Jesse Covington! An Idyl Upon a gnarly, knotty limb That fought the current's crest, Where shocks of reeds peeped o'er the brim, Wild wasps had glued their nest. And in a sprawling cypress' grot, Sheltered and safe from flood, Dirt-daubers each had chosen a
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