Show LOVE IN A COTTAGE they may talk ot of love in a cottage ant and bowers of trellised vine of nature bewitchingly simple and halt half divine they may talk of the pleasure of sleeping in the biado or of a spreading tree and walk in tho the fields ot of morning by the hie tildo of a footstep tree free but give me a sly isly flirtation by the light of a ihan Llian deller with music to play in the pauses an and I 1 nobody very near or a seat on a silken sofa with a glass of pure old wine and mamma too blind to discover the small white hand in mine your tour love in a cottage Is hungry your vino vine is a nest of tiles flies your tour milkmaid shocks the graces and simplicity talks of you lie down to your shady kil slumber timber and wake with a bug bugin in your ear and your damsel that walka in the moi ora ing Is shod like a mountaineer true love Is at home on a carpet and mightily likes his hir ease and true love has an eye tor for a dinner and starves beneath shady trees ills hla wing la in the fin fan of 0 a lady his foots an invisible thing i and hla his arrow Is tipped with a jewel and shot from a sliver silver string 11 P |