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Show O'S THE DOORSTEP. j BV . C. 5TEDMAN. ! The conference meeting throcch at last. j We boys around tha Testry waited, j To see the girls come tripping past, ; Lite enow bii ds wilhDg to Lc mated. Not brarer be that leaps the wall By level musket flashes linen. Thin I, who stepped before them all. Who lontred to see me get the mitten. But no, she blushed and took my arm ! We lot the old foikB have the highway, Aud started towards the Maple i'arai Along a kind oi lovers' l,v-way. I can't remember what we said, 'Twa nothing worth a sous or story, Vet that rude path by which we sped groined all transformed and in a lery. The snow was crisp beneath our feet, The moon was full, the fields wore gleaming, By hood and tippet sheltered sweet, Her face with youth and health was beaming. The little band outside her muff 0, sculptor, if you could but mould it '. So lightly touched my. iaeket cuff. To keep it warm I had to hold it. To havo her with Die there alona Twae love, aud fear, and triumph blended ; At last we reached tho foot-worn stone, Wherothnt delicious iourney ended. She shook her ringlets from ber hood. And with a ,lThank you. Ned," dissembled ; Bnt ret, I knew 6Ue understood With what a darling wish I trembled. A cloud passed kindly overhead. Thenioouwas slily pseping through it, Yet hid its face a? if it said, "Como, now or never ! do it ! do it !" My lips till then had only known The kiss of mother or of sister, But somehow, full upon her own Sweet, rosy, darling mouth 1 kissed ber! Perhaps 'twas boyish love, yet still, 0 listless woman ! weary lover ! To feel onco more that fresh wild thrill, I'd give but who can live youth over? |
