THE JILT.
*S WHo is that slinkard moping down the street,
That youth—scarce thirty—bowed like sixty?”
** Oh,
A woman jilted him.” ‘‘ Absurd!” ‘* Conceit!
Some youths take life—are Puritans, you know!”
I heard it, sitting in the window—glowed,
Rushed to my wife and kissed her. Lithe and
young
The rapture of some ardent madness flowed ;
And—by-and-by—its miracle found tongue.
Guess, guess the secret why I burn for you
These years so cold to woman as I was!
Guess why your laugh, your kiss, your touch run
through
My body, as it were a tunéd glass!
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