Page:Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley (Bobbs-Merrill, 1916) Volume 1.djvu/50

 THE SAME OLD STORY

HE same old story told again—

The maiden droops her head,

The ripening glow of her crimson cheek

Is answering in her stead.

The pleading tone of a trembling voice

Is telling her the way

He loved her when his heart was young

In Youth's sunshiny day:

The trembling tongue, the longing tone,

Imploringly ask why

They can not be as happy now

As in the days gone by.

And two more hearts, tumultuous

With overflowing joy,

Are dancing to the music

Which that dear, provoking boy

Is twanging on his bowstring,

As, fluttering his wings,

He sends his love-charged arrows

While merrily he sings: 30