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child's lip: I raised my brimming eye, and saw in hers an
answering gleamMy heart beat wildly—and I woke, and lo! it was
GEMINI AND VIRGO.
SOME vast amount of years ago,
Ere all my youth had vanish'd from me, A boy it was my lot to know,
Whom his familiar friends called Tommy.
I love to gaze upon a child;
A young bud bursting into blossom ; Artless, as Eve yet unbeguiled,
And agile as a young opossum :
And such was he. A calm-brow'd lad,
Yet mad, at moments, as a hatter : Why hatters as a race are mad
I never knew, nor does it matter.
He was what nurses call a “limb”;
One of those small misguided creatures, Who, tho' their intellects are dim,
Are one too many for their teachers :
And, if you asked of him to say
What twice 10 was, or 3 times 7, He'd glance (in quite a placid way)
From heaven to earth, from earth to heaven :
And smile, and look politely round,
To catch a casual suggestion ; But make no effort to propound
Any solution of the question.
And so not much esteemed was he
Of the authorities: and therefore He fraternized by chance with me,
Needing a somebody to care for :
And three fair summers did we twain
Live (as they say) and love together ; And bore by turns the wholesome cane
Till our young skins became as leather :
And carved our names on every desk,
And tore our clothes, and inked our collars ; And looked unique and picturesque,
But not, it may be, model scholars.
We did much as we chose to do;
We'd never heard of Mrs. Grundy; All the theology we knew
Was that we mighn't play on Sunday;
And all the general truths, that cakes
Were to be bought at four a penny, And that excruciating aches
Resulted if we ate too many :
And seeing ignorance is bliss,
And wisdom consequently folly, The obvious result is this
That our two lives were very jolly.
At last the separation came.
Real love, at that time, was the fashion;
And by a horrid chance, the same
Young thing was, to us both, a passion.
Old POSER snorted like a horse :
His feet were large, his hands were pimply, His manner, when excited, coarse :
But Miss P. was an angel simply.
She was a blushing gushing thing;
All—more than all-my fancy painted; Once—when she helped me to a wing
Of goose—I thought I should have fainted.