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Show The Transit of Mars. When Eloisc looks up the street, Puts down her work starts Hushes, And turns away that face so sweet Lest I should note her blushes, I wish that I were young again. But soon she's blithely humming, Forgetting me and all and then I know the Captain's coming. When Elolse with downcast eyes Once more bends o'er her stitching And looks, as her bright needle flies, (If may be) more bewitching. You'd say she wastes no thought on men. But oh, her clu-i ks are glassing The red geranium near ! and then 1 know the Captain's passing. When Eloise looks down the street With eyes wide-set and wistful, Her checks as pale as any sheet, Her dear :nouth drawn and tristful, I wish that 1 were young again. For as I lift her sewing She sighs, O such a sigh! and then I know the Captain's going. Edward W. Barnard. |