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BALLADE OF BARRISTERS, by            
First Line: To the shy, sweet face that I saw this morning
Last Line: And the rattle of broadway never is still.
Alternate Author Name(s): Starkweather, C. C.
Subject(s): Broadway, New York City; Law & Lawyers


To the shy, sweet face that I saw this morning,
I toss this kiss from my window-sill.
And mayhap my partner will give me warning
If I shove not quicker my grey goose-quill.
I've twenty folios yet to fill.
So it's Blue Eyes, Down! till this deed is drawn;
For Maiden Lane's not a lover's lawn,
And the rattle of Broadway never is still.

From seal and parchment and dust-covered papers,
My thoughts fly back to her—willy nil.
I lunch at Cable's on lamb and capers,
And a secret bumper I drain with Phil,
And I smile when he leaves me to pay the bill.
Oh, it's Blue Eyes, Down! till this deed is drawn;
For Maiden Lane's not a lover's lawn,
And the rattle of Broadway never is still.

My office is no conservatory;
Its walls are like blanks for a clerk to fill;
But that mignonette, jasmine, and morning-glory
The charms of a whole hothouse would kill
In the white vase there, on the window-sill.
But it's Blue Eyes, Down! till this deed is drawn;
For Maiden Lane's not a lover's lawn,
And the rattle of Broadway never is still.

ENVOY

Barristers! with brief-bags to fill
It's Blue Eyes, Down! till the deeds are drawn,
For Maiden Lane's not a lover's lawn,
And the rattle of Broadway never is still.





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