Under the Rose {Contributions to B. Globe column by Bud Brier}

 


 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.


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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

 

 

 

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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)

 

 



 UNDER  THE  ROSE.

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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.

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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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