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Show FOUR LITTLE SONGS By Williamina Parrish. Scherzo. Since I'm. in love with no one And no one cares for me, I wonder how the lad fares Who should my lover be. 0, does he wander lonely, Or goes he, laughing, free? God give you joy, dear unknown boy, Wherever you may be! The Punishment. I knew it could not be for long, ' And must not be too deep a thing, Yet how could I refuse your kiss That eased the old love's bitter sting? How could I know you would become More than the old love was to me, That once again my heart must bleed For kisses given carelessly? Betrayed. Her face is like a haunted house Where gloomy ghosts abide, And thro' her eyes they starkly stare, Mute, but unsatisfied. The ghost of hope, the ghost of trust, The ghost of lovo long dead, And, ghastliest of all to see, 1 The ghost of girlhood fled. But still her mouth smiles wistfully, , Like some half-opened flower, i Remembering one flame-white kiss, One silent, secret hour. The Latin Quarter In 1915. Rows on rows of dying lads, Moaning piteously, Fill the one-time stuffy rooms Where there used to be Rows on rows of eager lads Huddled, happy, keen, Painting an ugly naked girl 1 Posed before a screen. St. Louis Mirror. |