A LESSON IN A PICTURE.
So it is whispered here and there,
That you are rather pretty? Well?
(Here's matter for a bird of the air
To drop down from the dusk and tell.)
Let's have no lights, my child. Somehow,
The shadow suits your blushes now.
That you are rather pretty? Well?
(Here's matter for a bird of the air
To drop down from the dusk and tell.)
Let's have no lights, my child. Somehow,
The shadow suits your blushes now.
The blonde young man who called to-day
(He only rang to leave a book—
Yes, and a flower or two, I say!)
Was handsome, look you. Will you look?
You did not know his eyes were fine?
You did not! Can you look in mine?
(He only rang to leave a book—
Yes, and a flower or two, I say!)
Was handsome, look you. Will you look?
You did not know his eyes were fine?
You did not! Can you look in mine?
What is it in this picture here,
That you should suddenly watch it so?
A maiden leaning half in fear,
From her far casement; and, below,
In cap and plumes (or cap and bells?)
Some fairy tale her lover tells.
That you should suddenly watch it so?
A maiden leaning half in fear,
From her far casement; and, below,
In cap and plumes (or cap and bells?)
Some fairy tale her lover tells.
