Ellis Parker Butler
Ellis Parker Butler Poems
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She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
The time was paltry, you’ll agree;
It took but little to begin it;
But since my heart has not been free
Soft was the night, the eve how airy,
When through the big, fat dictionary
I wandered on in careless ease,
And read the a's, b's, c's and d's!
But stop! What is this form I see,
Beginning with a hump-backed d?
I pause! I gasp! I falter there!
It is the djolan, I declare!