Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854

AT eve, when the young moon was shining,
And the South wind in whispers arose, A youth, by the smooth stream reclining,
Thus pour'd forth the stream of his woes ;�" I sigh and I sing for the maiden,
Who dwells in the depths of yon grove ; Not the lily, its whiteness array'd in, So beautiful seems to my love."
And the maiden, she drank in the ditty
With keen sense and a tremulous heart: But there dwelt an old man in the city,
And he in her musings had part:
She answer'd love's song by another,
To the very same air, but less sweet,
And some sighs which she struggled to smother, Found their way to the youth at her feet.
Ah ! Dick, I confess you are dearest,
But then you can buy nothing dear; Your song is the sweetest and clearest,
And I dote on your whiskers and hair; But then, the old man in the city,
Has bonds and bank-notes, and a store, Such possessions, both costly and pretty, And he promises gold in galore.
With you I should find love in marriage,
But love is poor feeding alone ;
With him I have horses and carriage;
With you but a crust and a bone;
IIe leaves me no time to consider,
Still pressing with tongue and with pen,
But if ever he leaves me a widow, Oh ! Dicky, come sing to me then !
� Worse and worse !" cried the lady.
� Truer and truer," answered the orator.
� Bless me, sir, for what reason is it that you so hate our sex?"
Hate your sex ! Nobody loves it better. I have been
married three times !"
That accounts for it all !" guotli Gotham, sotto voce, with
the feeling of one who is amply avenged. Selina Burroughs