Airs from Arcady and Elsewhere Author:Henry Cuyler Bunner Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: DA CAPO. SHORT and sweet, and we 've come to the end of it- Our poor little love lying cold. Shall no sonnet, then, ever be penned of it? Nor the joys and... more » pains of it told ? How fair was its face in the morning, How close its caresses at noon, How its evening grew chill without warning, Unpleasantly soon ! I can't say just how we began it — In a blush, or a smile, or a sigh ; Fate took but an instant to plan it; It needs but a moment to die. Yet—remember that first conversation, When the flowers you had dropped at your feet I restored. The familiar quotation Was—"Sweets to the sweet." PHILIST'1A. Oh, their delicate perfume has haunted My senses a whole season through. If there was one soft charm that you wanted The violets lent it to you. I whispered you, life was but lonely: A cue which you graciously took; And your eyes learned a look for me only — A very nice look. And sometimes your hand would touch my hand, With a sweetly particular touch; You said many things in a sigh, and Made a look express wondrously much. We smiled for the mere sake of smiling, And laughed for no reason but fun; Irrational joys ; but beguiling— And all that is done ! We were idle, and played for a moment At a game that now neither will press : I cared not to find out what " No " meant; Nor your lips to grow yielding with " Yes." Love is done with and dead; if there lingers A faint and indefinite ghost, It is laid with this kiss on your fingers — A jest at the most. 'Tis a commonplace, stale situation, Now the curtain comes down from above On the end of our little flirtation — A travesty romance; for Love, If he climbed in disguise to your lattice, Fell dead of the first kisses' pain : But one thing is left us no...« less