UNDER THE ROSE.
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THE LIGHT
OF HER EYES
Whenever
I look in her eyes I see
Those things I have longed to see;
The
pleasures that seem far beyond the dream
Of a soul that is like to me.
For
I see the things she cannot tell,
And the things which my soul doth prize;
And
a joy divine I discover is mine,
And I live in the light of her eyes.
And
I long to take her upon my breast,
And to kiss her sorrows away;
But
the laws of fate command me to wait,
And my torrent of passion to stay;
So
I drink of the joy, when the fates are kind,
And a hope in my soul doth rise;
For
I see each day, in the sweet old way,
My all in the light of her eyes.
JOE CONE
Globe,
July 14, 1898.
UNDER THE ROSE.
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WHAT THEN
IS LOVE?
When hearts in love are held apart,
Cast out by fate
from Cupid’s reign;
When side by side, yet joy denied,
What then is
love, I ask, but pain?
When hands that burn to clasp for aye
Feel not the
magic touch, how brief;
And fingers ache their thirst to slake,
What then is
love, I ask, but grief?
When souls cry out by night and day,
In voiceless
sobs their love to tell;
And echoes die with every sigh,
What is love, I
ask, but hell?
Joseph Andrews Cone.
B. Globe
Aug. 26, 98.
UNDER THE ROSE.
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THINKING
OF YOU.
The heaving sea, the stretch of sand,
The endless
dome of blue;
The fairy ships, the gulls aflight,
The peacefulness of falling night,
All make me
think of you.
The waving fields, the meadows green,
The opal-glistening
dew;
The waterfall, the sylvan screen,
The dreary lake’s reflected sheen,
Too, make me
think of you.
The sea, the sky, the hills, the lea,
All nature,
pure and true;
In them your matchless face I see,
And happy dreams float down to me
The while I
think of you.
Salmon River Cove. Joseph Andrews Cone.
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Sep. 10
UNDER THE ROSE.
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LOVE IN WINTER.
Sweetheart, the days are growing short,
King winter
fast is nearing;
But then, dear one, the nights are long,
With glowing fires and game and song,
We’ll welcome
his appearing.
Sweetheart, our lives are growing short,
Our years of bliss
are fewer;
But, dear, eternity is long,
And tho’ our love is true and strong,
It must grow
stronger, truer.
–Joseph Andrews Cone.
B.
Globe, Oct. 8, 1898.
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LOOKING IN YOUR EYES.
Looking
in your eyes I see
Love,
the truest love, for me;
Love
you never have exprest,
Which,
perhaps, is far the best.
Love
is written in their glow,
Tho’
you’ve never told me so.
Looking
in your eyes I see
Just
a thread of witchery;
Just
a gleam of mischief there,
Making
you a deal more fair.
Oftentimes
it startles me,
Still
I fain would let it be.
Looking
in your eyes I see
Happiness
in store for me;
Happiness
I could not know,
Only
that you make it so.
Love,
the truest love for, me,
Looking
in your eyes I see.
Joseph Andrews Cone.
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(Feb.
12, ’99; Pub. B. Globe Feb. 23, ’99)
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THE LATEST SUMMER GIRL.
I met her by the lisping sea,
She said that she’d be true to me;
But when I left her at the shore
I thought to see her nevermore.
Today I met her here in town,
Her hand outstretched, her eyes cast down;
And by her manner I could see
My summer girl was true to me.
And then I cast the thought away
That summer girls love but for play;
And joy was mine in large degree,
Because I found her true to me.
Joe Cone.
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“YES.”
You know I love you yet you ask
Me o’er and
o’er again;
I’ve told you “Yes” a thousand times
And tell you
now, but then,
When next I hold your hand in mine,
You’ll whisper
in my ear,
The same old question, ever new,
“You sure you
love me, dear?”
I’ll tell you “Yes”, and “Yes, and “Yes” again,
And “Yes” and
“Yes”, and “Yes”;
Until your heart is satisfied,
And beats with
happiness.
And then when I am gone away,
A day or two,
I fear,
I’ll get a note from you which says,
“You sure you
love me dear?”
Chicago,
Ill. Joe
Cone.
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LOVE CONTENT.
I dare not love you more,
I cannot love
you less;
The way I love you now
Is perfect
happiness.
So let us walk the sands,
Content on
Cupid’s shore.
I cannot love you less,
I dare not
love you more.
Josephine
Andrews.
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“OVER” THE ROSE.
She kissed the rose I gave her,
Before my very
eyes;
I looked upon the picture
Spellbound, in
glad surprise.
She kissed the rose I gave her,
Her lips the
petals’ hue;
I gazed in silent longing,
’Twas all that
I could do.
I ne’er have wished me soulless,
Nor any flower
that grows;
But O, I’d give a fortune
Could I have
been the rose!
Joe Cone.
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Heroine (despairingly) – How much
are you paid for thus relentlessly pursuing me?
Heavy villain (forgetting
himself) – A paltry fifteen per.
– (Courier.)
April 9.
UNDER THE ROSE.
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The spring poet who refuses to
recall his vernal verses out to be snowballed.
______
A queer place for a bird’s
nest is the tunnel-shaped covering of an arc light. I watched a sparrow
carrying nest material into one a few days since. Safe from the small boy, at
least.
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(Other
parts of the two above columns were either crossed out or clearly not written by him,
although not even these parts are not specifically attributed.)
(Clipped, but apparently by someone else.)
UNDER THE ROSE.
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A DREAM.
Last
night, last night, I dreamed that you were near
me,
So near I felt your breath upon my cheek,
And
thus you said, “My darling, do not fear me,
Listen and hear me speak.
And
then you made the tenderest confession –
As softly sweet as any poet’s song,
Instinct
with truth and musical with passion –
That you had loved me long!
But
morning came, and I was disenchanted,
And all today I’ve wandered lost in woe,
Because the bliss
last night my dream that haunted
Waking I’ll
never know.
D. A. McCarthy.
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