TO LALLIE - Rosanna Eleanor (Mullins) Leprohon Poems


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UP those Museum steps you came,
And straightway all my blood was flame,
                        O Lallie, Lallie !

The world (I had been feeling low)
In one short moment's space did grow
                        A happy valley.

There was a friend, my friend, with you;
A meagre dame in peacock blue
                        Apparelled quaintly:

This poet-heart went pit-a-pat;
I bowed and smiled and raised my hat;
                        You nodded--faintly.

My heart was full as full could be;
You had not got a word for me,
                        Not one short greeting;

That nonchalant small nod you gave
(The tyrant's motion to the slave)
                        Sole mark'd our meeting.

Is it so long ? Do you forget
That first and last time that we met?
                        The time was summer.

The trees were green; the sky was blue;
Our host presented me to you--
                        A tardy comer.

You look'd demure, but when you spoke
You made a little, funny joke,
                        Yet half pathetic.

Your gown was grey, I recollect,
I think you patronized the sect
                        They call "æsthetic."

I brought you strawberries and cream,
And plied you long about a stream
                        With duckweed laden ;

We solemnly discussed the -- heat.
I found you shy and very sweet,
                        A rosebud maiden.

Ah me, to-day! You passed inside
To where the marble gods abide:
                        Hermes, Apollo,

Sweet Aphrodite, Pan; and where,
For aye reclined, a headless fair
                        Beats all fairs hollow.

And I, I went upon my way,
Well -- rather sadder, let us say;
                        The world looked flatter.

I had been sad enough before,
A little less, a little more,
                        What does it matter?