The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1868-09-06
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| The folJowink n nhlins, and Ne recon.
nv der Miss I. EVERY tins I think o.
Won nv heart flops up ana down ike churn
dasher. Sensations Of unutterable JOY CO
rer over il ike young gosts over : stable
roof, and thrill through il like Spenish nee
dies through pair Of tow linen tzoW1era. Al
goline s~inmitth with delight 10 : nud p1d-
die, 90 swim 10 81 {. glory. Unions Of
ecstatic rapture, thicArr. han thl hairs in :
backing brush sod brighter than the hues OF
humming birds pinions, visit me IN my
slumbsrs and bore on their invisible wings,
yoa image staAds before me- and resch
out to grasp it, like pointer snsrpinE q =
blue-bottle Hy. When | ffst beheld Jour
angelic projections, | was bo1ildefed, and
my brsin whirIed around ike humble bee
under glass tumbler. Ny eyes stood open
like cellar doors in country town, and
lifted up my ears to catch the Glvery accents
Of your voice. Ny tongue refused to vag,
and in silent alteration drank the sweet IN
lection Of love IS thirsty man swalloweth
tumblsr Of whisky punch.
Since the light of yonr face fell upon my
life, sometimes teell - If could lit my
self up By my boot straps TO tho top OF the
Presbyterian ste4ple, and pull the bell rope
for singing school. Day and night your are
in mr. thoughts. When Aurora, blnshing
ike bride risen from her saffron couch j;
when the jay bird pipes his tunefulisy IN IT,
apple tree BY the spring house; when the
cbanticleer's shrill clarion heralds the COM
ing morn; when the awakened pig ariseth
from his bed and grunteth, and goeth for his
morning reiresbments when the drows.y
beets wheels his droninR fight at sulfry
noontide, and when the loving cows come
home at milking time, think OF thee and
like apiece Of gum elastic, my heart seemed
to stretch clear across my bosom. Your
hair is like the name Of sorrel horse, pows
dered with gold and the brass pin skewered
through your waterfall fills me with nnbour d
ed ava. You forehead is smoother than the
elbow Of an old coat.
Your eyes are glorious to behold. In their
liquid depths see legions Of little Cupids,
bathing like a cohort of arts in an old army
cracker. When their FIRE hit me upon my
manly breast, it permeated my entire anat-
omy like load OF ird-shot would 70 through
a rotten apple. Your nose is from chunk
Of Parian marble, and you mouth puckered
with sweetness. Nec,er fingers on your lips
like honey on bear paw, and myriais Of
and light somewhere, like blue birds out
of parents nest. Your laugh rings on my
ears like the wind harps strain. or the bleat
OF stray lamb on bleak hillside. The
dimples on your cheeks are like bowers in
beds of roses, or hollows in cakes of home
made sugar.
lam dying to fly to your presence and pour
out the burning eloquence of my love- Is
thrifty housekeepers pour out hot coffee
Away from you am IS melancholy ~ sick
rat Sometimes | can hear the June bugs Of
buzzing in my ears, and feel
The cold Lizards OF despair crawling down
my back. Urcouth fears, like thousand
nibble at my spirits and my soul
is pierced through with doubts, az an old
cheese is bored with shippers.
My love for you 10 stronger than the smell
Of Cofy's patent butter, or the kick Of
young COW, and more unselfish than kittens
irst caterwaul. As the song bird bankers
or the light Of day, the cautious mouse for
he fresh bacon in the trap, as q lean pup
,ankers after new milk, 80 | long for thee.
You are farierthana speckled pullet sweet.
r than yankee donghuut fried in sorgum |
nolasses, brighter than the topknot plum> |
ge in the head OF muscoya duck. You are |
andy kisses, rasins, pound cake and sweet |
med toddy altogether.
Ifthese few remarks will enable you to |
ee the inside my soul, and me to win your
Elections, shall be as happy as wood
ecker on q cherry tree, or a stage horse in n |
reen pasture. II you cannot reciprocate my
htffling passion. will pine away like
,oisoned bedbug, and "a Il away from the -four
shing vine Of lille, An untimely branch; and
q the coming years, when the shadows fall
rom the hills, and phlosophic frog sings bis
heerful evening hymns, Won, happy IN an
ther's love, can comea. drop tear and
aich a cold upon the last res -g piece o.,
JuLus EPAAISopAs Mu0Glss.