Robin came behind me, Kissed me well I vow; Cuff him could I? with my hands Milking the cow? Swallows fly again, Cuckoos cry again, And you came and kissed me milking the cow. Come, Robin, Robin, Come and kiss me now; Help it can I? with my hands Milking the cow? Ringdoves coo again, All things woo again, Come behind and kiss me milking the cow! ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE. GIN a body meet a body Comin' through the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Every lassie has her laddie,— Ne'er a ane hae I; Yet a' the lads they smile at me Amang the train there is a swain But whaur his hame, or what his name, Gin a body meet a body Comin' frae the town, Gin a body greet a body, Need a body frown? Every lassie has her laddie,- Yet a' the lads they smile at me But whaur his hame, or what his name, ADAPTED FROM ROBERT BURNS. WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, O WHISTLE, and I'll come to you, my lad, But warily tent, when ye come to court me, O whistle, etc. At kirk, or at market, whene'er ye meet me, O whistle, etc. Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me, O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. ROBERT BURNS. SONNET UPON A STOLEN KISS. Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes From whence I long the rosy breath to draw. GEORGE WITHER. CAPRICE. I. SHE hung the cage at the window, "If he goes by," she said, "He will hear my robin singing, I shall be sitting here to sew, The robin sang a love-sweet song, And went on broidering in silk II. The young man loitered slowly By the house three times that day; She took her bird from the window: "He need not look this way." She sat at her piano long, And sighed, and played a death-sad song. But when the day was done, she said, "I wish that he would come! Remember, Mary, if he calls To-night-I'm not at home." So when he rang, she went-the elf!She went and let him in herself. III. They sang full long together Their songs love-sweet, death-sad, The robin woke from his slumber, And rang out, clear and glad. "Now go," she coldly said, "'t is late;" And followed him-to latch the gate. He took the rosebud from her hair, WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS. SLY THOUGHTS. "I SAW him kiss your cheek!"-" "T is true." "O Modesty!"""T was strictly kept: He thought me asleep; at least, I knew He thought I thought he thought I slept." COVENTRY PATMORE. THE WHISTLE. "You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood, While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight's de cline, "You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood? I wish that that Danish boy's whistle were mine." "And what would you do with it?-tell me," she said, While an arch smile played over her beautiful face. |