He writes: "In spite of summer's green, The town has lost its charm, Nadine, Since you migrated; The drive is wan, the flower beds Seem lonely, and their drooping heads Emaciated. Their dewy blooms were fair to see When last you smiled on them—and me! "I 'll swear the sky was bluer then, But now—I don't see it till ten— My 'blues' outdo it. I think you might come back at least A week to cheer a lonely beast— You 'd never rue it! That Norton girl, the chic brunette With saucy eyes, is with us yet. "Of course I see her more or less; The town is talking some, I guess— These gossips bore one! She 's good enough when you 're away, But you know well that, come who may, I still adore @3one!@1 I haven't seen Miss N——to-night, And have, at last, a chance to write." MORAL Poor man must be amused One way or t'other, And @3sans@1 one maid is used To court another! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |