Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems/To Bary Jade

by Charles Follen Adams

TO BARY JADE.

The bood is beabig brighdly, love;

The sdars are shidig too;

While I ab gazig dreabily,

Add thigkig, love, of you.

You caddot, oh! you caddot kdow,

By darlig, how I biss you —

(Oh, whadt a fearful cold I've got!

Ck-tish-u! Ck-ck-tish-u!)

I'b sittig id the arbor, love,

Where you sat by by side,

Whed od that calb, autubdal dight

You said you'd be by bride.

Ho-rash-o! — there it is agaid - Ck-thrash-ub ! Ck-ck-tish-u!

Oh! for wud bobedt to caress

Add tederly to kiss you;

Budt do! we're beddy biles apart —

(H-o-rash-o! Ck-ck-tish-u!)

This charbig evedig brigs to bide

The tibe whed first we bet:

It seebs budt odly yesterday;

I thigk I see you yet.

Oh! tell me, ab I sdill your owd?

By hopes — oh, do dot dash theb!

(Codfoud by cold, 'tis gettig worse —

Ck-tish-u! Ck-ck-thrash-eb!)

Good-by, by darlig Bary Jade!

The bid-dight hour is dear;

Add it is hardly wise, by love,

For be to ligger here.

The heavy dews are fallig fast:

A fod good-dight I wish you.

(Ho-rash-o ! — there it is agaid -

Ck-thrash-ub ! Ck-ck-tish-u!)