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Page 1 of 11904 · PDF PAGE 61
HUT V. HOTEL I LOVE the birds that swell Their songs of divers flutes ; But I hate the new hotel And all its civilised brutes. I love the streams that pour With loud melodious throat ; But I hate the ill-bred roar Of the evening table d’héte. I love the mountains proud That throng on their thrones of snow; But I hate the snobbish crowd That throng in the hole below. I love in the hut to dwell, With its maze of mountain routes ; But I hate the new hotel, And all its civilised brutes. 49
1904 · PDF PAGE 96
A RONDEL A BRIEF half-hour is man’s allotted bliss, A space of sunshine and eternal shower ; A little time for love, as short as is A brief half-hour. Hell hath no witchcraft, heaven hath no power, To change, prolong, delay, or hasten this. It comes and flits, a bee from bud to flower. No strength hath love, no virtue hath love’s kiss, To move one jot fate’s doom, man’s meed, sin’s dower. Between birth’s darkness and the gates of Dis, A brief half-hour! 84
1904 · PDF PAGE 54
…2 A REFRAIN OF A FAR COUNTRY Of fire-crowned waves of foaming jet That England rules with iron feet— The England we may not forget Where Love has chosen our retreat. The beeches wave, the poplar dips ; I know the breeze is here at last ; I see the dainty-masted ships Leap like young fawns beneath the blast : The water beats the shingle fast As if its heart with passion beat, And the sweet hour of sleep is past Where Love has chosen our retreat. The moon is up; the star-sky dawns ; My lover turns a ruby lip: There gather nymphs, and eager fauns …
1904 · PDF PAGE 98
86 THE CHEMIST’S LOVE-SONG For oxidising agents all : And if my love she were to spurn, Like tetra-nitro-di-benzal- Tolu-ethylidene I’d burn. My heart would break up like the mol- Ecule of para-toluene- Diazo-y-amidol- Hydroxy-tri-mesitylene.
1904 · PDF PAGE 48
36 BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS And a very good piece of advice it was too (Chorus, please!) The score of life is at Love-all. ENVOI Nothing is like leather. The rhyme is passable—a task by no means small. Though its connection is certainly not obvious—still our cap has lost no feather :— Done it, by Jupiter! We can only say farewell, gentle reader, impressing on you the truth (put in Tennis language because this ballade is all about Tennis) that the score of life is at Love-all.
1904 · PDF PAGE 97
THE CHEMIST’S LOVE-SONG My love’s deep purple wondrous eyes Would melt a saint, howe’er obdurate ; Their gorgeous colour even vies With cuprammonium cyanurate. As beauteous as the acetate Of tri-methyl-ros-aniline, Or ferric chloride made to mate With di-hydroxy-toluene. Her hair the gorgeous golden hue That is so marked in isatin, Or the sulphonic acid, too, Of naphthol-diazo-benzene. Her cheeks approach the lovely shade Of tetra-brom-fluorescein, Or that of alkalies displayed On exquisite phenol-phthalein. And my desire for her is more Than t…
1904 · PDF PAGE 33
BALLADE OF THE MUTABILITY OF HUMAN AFFAIRS WILD briar’s a blossom that fades ; The lily as easily dies ; And the love of terrestrial maids Is tender, too tender to prize. In a minute it droops and it dies, And happiness spills at the brink ; Love opens the window and flies :— But Smith’s is a permanent ink. Prosperity favoureth trades. An hour, and then troubles arise. The workers drop axes and spades, And Brandenburg labour supplies The goods. It is very unwise Your money in labour to sink. It will vanish, the blue in the skies :— But Smith’s …
1904 · PDF PAGE 53
…eks a path, and fails To burn the beechen groves, and rails On the cool leaves, that bend and meet To shape us arches in the dales Where Love has chosen our retreat ! No tide is lapping on the sand Where the stream sleeps along the glade; No nymphs are bathing on the strand, Nor in the pools a Tuscan maid ; Nor lurks a fawn within the shade ; Nor springs the moss to foxes’ feet; For all the world in sleep is laid Where Love has chosen our retreat. They wake when drops the spring sun down Beyond the poplar yonder set, Beyond the quiet little tow…
1904 · PDF PAGE 99
…t yourself could adorn that dress, Though it be dainty—(are you a fay, Or a pink-and-white Dresden Shepherdess ? ) Dominoes must not say love nay. Surely my skill can deserve no less Than—so you smile—I am sure I may— Yes? 87
1904 · PDF PAGE 91
A RONDEL SAY, how long shall our love remain Keen as the sea and strong, Light as the wind, and glad as the rain :— Say, how long? Say, to whom shall the lips belong This year, next year, never again ? Say, whose lips will have done me wrong? Tell me, little shy bird, if pain Dwell in thy heart at an idle song ; Now we are one; we shall soon be twain ! Say, how long? 79
1904 · PDF PAGE 78
…ly gone! (Like Ahab did, on Mount Gerizim). Don’t read “ Félise” or any thing That naughty Mr Swinburne scribbles ; The human heart with love enring ; Don’t dig right into it with dibbles! Good luck, my lass, you now your way can see! —I feared she might have taken me to Replenish the unusual vacancy ; And I have other things to see to.
1904 · PDF PAGE 93
…e is beautiful, but then Quaint old jossers, queer old codgers— ? How she does it, do ye ken? ® Women are such artful dodgers! Lord! I’d love to be there when Mary Rogers.‘ 1 But and ben—a Scots expression, very powerful and chaste. 2 This sentence is left unfinished for effect. 3 Does what? This is a problem rondel. 4 ¢.e, when yet unmarried.
1904 · PDF PAGE 10
…ersity Sappho in Chic-a-go A Rondel . . A Sonnet of Spring Fashions Mary Rogers. - Ode to Gerald Festus Kelly A Rondel . . The Chemist’s Love-Song Bal Masqué Lines in Spring . , Au Theatre du Grand Guignol . PAGE 47 49 59° 52 54 56 61 63 65 67 72 74 76 79 80 81 82 84 85 87 88 89
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
…k even Wee Willie Winkie, Or t’ Owd ’un of Days.*) We shall know what the darkness discovers When bald are the hairs of our head ; For “ love and the pleasures of lovers Are only well known to the dead.” ? We shall know if your heaven is helly, Find out if your liver is heart; And if brains be the whole of thee, Kelly, Apostle of Art! 1 Macroprosopus, the ‘‘ Vast Countenance.” 2 Original epigram, by G. F. K. Copyright in the United States of America.
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
… law of betting is that you mayn’t bet on a certainty) so perfectly convinced by this time are all wise men that the score of life is at Love-all. So we twain will sing together ;— Spring regilds her coronet; Summer comes and don’t go neither, [This line is neither grammar nor rhyme, I'm afraid ; it’s my mistake entirely, I took a perfectly absurd word to begin with, and after getting as far as this it would be a pity to turn back; the rhymes’ll get worse for certain, so don’t be surprised if they do, but I haven’t lost hope of sticking to gram…
1904 · PDF PAGE 46
…an to conceal it from the masses, this, I say, that the score of life (what- ever the score at Tennis may be, that doesn’t matter) is at Love-all. O Gilbert gyrates like a grouse in the green of the horrible heather, (Mr Swinburne cannot abide my straightforward English (that’s one to me) way of talking, though his morality is imported and perfectly well known to be as black as jet) But he’s right in the main, though he does so lovingly bleat and so blether,