Poems (Lambert)/Fannie's Tryst
FANNIE'S TRYST.Affectionately dedicated to my Cousins, F. L. B. and J. J. G.
STARS above were brightly gleaming,
And the moon's soft smiles were beaming
On the joyous earth below,
Just robed in bridal garb of snow.
Fannie by the window waited—
Edd said she anticipated
That her beau would surely call,
But airy castles sometimes fall.
In the distance joyous sleigh-bells
Filled the air with melody,
Music dying, music swelling,
From Fan's heart the love-tide welling.
Oh, the mischief that those sleigh bells
Did to her young heart the night
She gazed upon the snow, so bright.
Did you ever see our Fannie?
She has eyes as black as sloes,
Cheeks like rose-leaves, mouth so cannie,
And a saucy, piquant nose.
Lily brow, and silken tresses,
All inviting fond caresses,
And well she knows the subtle art,
That maidens use, to break man's heart.
Saucy, teasing, merry Fan,
Catch and tame her, if you can.
Fannie waited full an hour,
But no lover reached her bower,
And her heart grew almost sad—
Her heart, which ever had been glad,
As Willie said, with teasing smile,
"Do stop your watching, 'taint worth while
For James just passed by here with Annie,
And I would look no longer, Fannie."
Now James is handsome, good, and young,
His name the theme of girlish tongue.
He is our cousin, you must know,
I don't know how, but he says so.
Well, any how, we like the youth—
Now, Fannie, don't blush at the truth.
The snow grew dark, the moon-light dim,
For all the brightness was through him;
The sleigh-bells lost their tinkling glee,
Their sound of mirth and melody,
And Fannie, with a smile and sigh,
(To break her heart I earth defy,)
Then threw herself, (no, not to weep,)
Upon the couch, and went to sleep.
And the moon's soft smiles were beaming
On the joyous earth below,
Just robed in bridal garb of snow.
Fannie by the window waited—
Edd said she anticipated
That her beau would surely call,
But airy castles sometimes fall.
In the distance joyous sleigh-bells
Filled the air with melody,
Music dying, music swelling,
From Fan's heart the love-tide welling.
Oh, the mischief that those sleigh bells
Did to her young heart the night
She gazed upon the snow, so bright.
Did you ever see our Fannie?
She has eyes as black as sloes,
Cheeks like rose-leaves, mouth so cannie,
And a saucy, piquant nose.
Lily brow, and silken tresses,
All inviting fond caresses,
And well she knows the subtle art,
That maidens use, to break man's heart.
Saucy, teasing, merry Fan,
Catch and tame her, if you can.
Fannie waited full an hour,
But no lover reached her bower,
And her heart grew almost sad—
Her heart, which ever had been glad,
As Willie said, with teasing smile,
"Do stop your watching, 'taint worth while
For James just passed by here with Annie,
And I would look no longer, Fannie."
Now James is handsome, good, and young,
His name the theme of girlish tongue.
He is our cousin, you must know,
I don't know how, but he says so.
Well, any how, we like the youth—
Now, Fannie, don't blush at the truth.
The snow grew dark, the moon-light dim,
For all the brightness was through him;
The sleigh-bells lost their tinkling glee,
Their sound of mirth and melody,
And Fannie, with a smile and sigh,
(To break her heart I earth defy,)
Then threw herself, (no, not to weep,)
Upon the couch, and went to sleep.
STATEN ISLAND, Jan. 18th, 1867.