By
“Jay Archer Thorne”
“And
what is love,” I asked of her,
“Why don’t you know,” said she;
“It’s
what I give unseen to you,
And you give unto me.”
“But
I don’t like these unseen things,”
Said I reproachfully;
“That
is, unless I have as well,
The things which I can see.”
“The
things you see, pray what are they?”
In gentle tones asked she;
“The
things I see? Well, now they are, –
Why you, you chickadee.”
June
23, ‘92
Pub. in
Conn.
Valley Ad.
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