Logan Republican | 1914-09-08 | Page 3 | Beside the Rivulet

BESIDE THE RIVULET Wo sat besldo a rivulet When neither of us know a cnho; It was a day I'll ne'er forget; Tho sky spread bluonbovo us thero. Her eyes wero dark, her lnshcs curled, Her cheeks and tempting lips wore rod; Below our foot tho water swirled, A leafy branch spread overhead. I took her slender Hands In mine, I saw her blushes come and go; Her proflle was superbly fine, Her soft neck was as white as the snow. "My flrBt fond kiss I give to you," I said; hlas, I'll ne'er forget I For then an owl called out "To who!" I fancy she suspects mo yet.