A LOVE LETTER.
HEREis her note. See how the courier pen,All dizzy with delight, went zigzag downThe road that leads to Eros’ happy town!See, here a steady pace; and here againA sudden forward bound, as if, just then,Her heart beat faster for the precious nounThat brought him near! and there, to match a frown,A wavy course, as if doubt blurred his ken.So, ever nearer to the self-same spot,Bearing the message of my sweetheart true,Her courier went rejoicing in his lotTo have for heavens eyes of tender blue:Ah, Heart of mine! see, here’s a tiny blot—A cloud for him—a tender tear for you.Frank Dempster Sherman.
HEREis her note. See how the courier pen,All dizzy with delight, went zigzag downThe road that leads to Eros’ happy town!See, here a steady pace; and here againA sudden forward bound, as if, just then,Her heart beat faster for the precious nounThat brought him near! and there, to match a frown,A wavy course, as if doubt blurred his ken.So, ever nearer to the self-same spot,Bearing the message of my sweetheart true,Her courier went rejoicing in his lotTo have for heavens eyes of tender blue:Ah, Heart of mine! see, here’s a tiny blot—A cloud for him—a tender tear for you.Frank Dempster Sherman.
HEREis her note. See how the courier pen,All dizzy with delight, went zigzag downThe road that leads to Eros’ happy town!See, here a steady pace; and here againA sudden forward bound, as if, just then,Her heart beat faster for the precious nounThat brought him near! and there, to match a frown,A wavy course, as if doubt blurred his ken.
HEREis her note. See how the courier pen,
All dizzy with delight, went zigzag down
The road that leads to Eros’ happy town!
See, here a steady pace; and here again
A sudden forward bound, as if, just then,
Her heart beat faster for the precious noun
That brought him near! and there, to match a frown,
A wavy course, as if doubt blurred his ken.
So, ever nearer to the self-same spot,Bearing the message of my sweetheart true,Her courier went rejoicing in his lotTo have for heavens eyes of tender blue:Ah, Heart of mine! see, here’s a tiny blot—A cloud for him—a tender tear for you.
So, ever nearer to the self-same spot,
Bearing the message of my sweetheart true,
Her courier went rejoicing in his lot
To have for heavens eyes of tender blue:
Ah, Heart of mine! see, here’s a tiny blot—
A cloud for him—a tender tear for you.
Frank Dempster Sherman.
Frank Dempster Sherman.