Whose little lady is you, chile,
Whose little gal is you?
What's de use o' kiver'n up yo' face?
Gray is the palace where she dwells,
Grimly the poplars stand
There by the window where she sits,
My Lady of Castle Grand.
THE cloud looked in at the window,
And said to the day, 'Be dark!'
And the roguish rain tapped hard on the pane,
W'EN you full o' worry
'Bout yo' wo'k an' sich,
W'en you kind o' bothered
If Death should claim me for her own to-day,
And softly I should falter from your side,
Oh, tell me, loved one, would my memory stay,
W'EN us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise,
Gramma says, 'There's certain times comes to little boys
STEP me now a bridal measure,
Work give way to love and leisure,
Hearts be free and hearts be gay --
Doctor Dan doth wed to-day.
It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin'
Kinder don't-keer-like aroun'
An' fur off the warm air dances
O'er the parchin' roofs in town.
THE rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky;
The wind, that world-old harpist, sitteth by;
And ever as he sings his low refrain,
THOU art the soul of a summer's day,
Thou art the breath of the rose.
But the summer is fled