Love's Plans
I'LL go into the country now
And find a little house ;
And though its eyes are small, they shall
Have heavy, leafy brows. A house with curtains made of leaves,
Hanging from every stone ;
I'll pass before the windows oft, And it shall not be known.
I'll have a garden full of flowers,
With many a corner-place ; Where love can learn from spiders' webs To make her mats of lace.
And though I scorn a painted skin, Think not my tongue could scold. her, Should such fair things as butterflies Encourage her to powder. '
And if, when I've been out with some
Bass-singing, belted bee; I take a drink or two myself—
Will she not pardon 'me ?
W. II. DAVIES.