What Katie Did

The Katydid sang in a tree

      Above her head and mine;

The twilight it had grown apace,

      The evening divine.

The Katydid sang on and on,

      Love’s power grew apace;

And on my shoulder, broad and strong

      Soon rested Katie’s face.

The evening breezes stirred the leaves,

      And soughed the swaying pine;

And to the tune of Katydid

      Her heart beat close to mine.

I asked her did she love me true,

      Her face then upward slid;

But there! Kind reader, I refuse

      To tell what Katie did.

Aug. 24, ‘10