Page:The poems of Richard Watson Gilder, Gilder, 1908.djvu/251

Rh Of the tiny mouth, and lo!

From those eyes two tearlets flow;—

Just two kisses, and they go!

Like a sunburst after showers,

Like white light upon the flowers,

Now again the dimples show.

But she could not understand

Why so long the answer waited

For the loved and not the hated,

While he held that little hand,

And like a bird she sang and said,—

Half in earnest, half in fun,—

Do you love me, Solemn One?

Do you love me, Cousin Ed?

Do you love me? Do you love me?

Love me, love me, Cousin Ed?"

INDIRECTION

"AH, BE NOT FALSE"

, be not false, sweet Splendor!

Be true, be good;

Be wise as thou art tender;

Be all that Beauty should.