The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1871-09-29

n humblc-hee under a glass tumhlrr. Nv
eyes stood open like the celi7r doors in ,
country town. and | lifted up nv ears to
catch the >ilyery accents of voar voice
My tongue refused to wag. and in silent
alteration drank in the sweet infection Of
love as thirsty man swallpweih a tumbler
of hot whisky punch.
Since the light Of yonr face fell mo,
my life | sometimes feel as if 7 conlI Er.
myself ur by my boot straps to the ton of
the church steeplo, and pull the bell rone
for singing school. Day and night Won, are
in my thoughts. When Aurora. Llushinr
like "a bride, rises from her saffron col,rc5
couch; when the jay bird pipes his tunsful
| lay in the apple tree by the spring hoase 8.
when the chan'iclccr's shril clarion beraIds
| the coming morn when The awnkenipo
pig ariSeth from his bed and grsusetb. and
sSeth ior BIS aayI.,-,r ,--i.-,.
, t,-' --'rc-s5v Ssa'ie wheels te I,oninse night
at suitry ronniiie: and wfaesl tn. lowInr
herds como bone at milking time. .hinE
of thee and Ike a piece Of gen, elastic
my heTrt s'rras stretched clear ACROSS my
bosom. fouv hair is like the man, e
sorrel horse powdered with gold {: an,l the
brass pins skewnd through vour waterfa Il
fllIime with uDhoundpd awe Your f.reI..ai
Is smoother than the elbow of an oh Goa,
Your eyes are glorious to behold In their
liquid depths | see legions of little ,upids
bathing. like cohort of ants in an old
army cracker. When their fire hit me on
my manly breast. it tpenctra,ed my whole
anatomy, as load of bird shot throaGa 4 q
rotten apple Your nose is from chunk
nj Parian marble. and your mouth is pack
cred with sweetness. Nectar fingers on
your lips like honey on bears paw aad
myriads of anhedged kisses arc there ready
to ny out and light somewhere. like blue
birds out of their parents nest. Your
laugh fingers in my ears like tue wind haef,'s |
strain, or the blea' of the stray lamb on til, !
bleak hillside. The dimples on your checks I
are like bowers in beds Of ro.e- or l,;N.-4s !
IN cakes of homemade sngar i
am dying to fly t" thy presence, ,ni /
pour out tha burning cnaSeDca of nv .
love, as thrifty house wives pour aut l.., |
coffee Away from yen | ia, - n..ian- |
choiy as sick rat. Sometimes ca5, llaar
the June bugs of desponde!ay hIzzi,r III |
my ears. and feel the cold .;zIrls cf l.
spa'r crawling down Sny back TInc"n.; |
fears, like n thousand n;nuows. uihi,ls n |
my spirits; and my soul is piercri with .
dnubts Jike an oil cheese is bore. wiiht
skippers.
My love for you is stronger than tLe
smell OF CofcY's patent butter. ar The tick |
Of young COW, tnd more unseifisi, than ?
kittens first catawaul. As n song bird |
bankers for the light of day The cautious
mouse for the fresh bacon in the trap. as n
mean pup bankers for new milk, 80 Hong; for
thee.
You are farer than speckled pulet.
sweetcr thar Yankee douchnut fried in
sorghum molassps. brighter than topknat
nnmage on tho head of rnuseovv duck.
Gu are sweetaned toddy altaga,hcr
"lf these few remarks will enable v1n ss
yCUT aiit'.:t14e- I SraI 30 IS ,,,.Y - ri
woydpecker on il cherry tree, or a stage
horse in IA green pasture. II yoa cannyt
reciprocate my thrilling passion, viii pine
away like poisoned bedbug, and fall away
from a hourishing vine of life, an uniitn,.ly
branch and in coming years. when thu
shadows grow from the hill, and the pl,lin-
sophicai frog sings bis cheerful evening
hymns, you, happy in mother love, can
come and drop !. tear and catch a.colI upon
the last resting place of
Yours affectiorsi.iy,
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