The Portland daily press., 1871-07-12
POETRY.

BY WILL II. CARLETON.

BY WILL N. CARLETON.
AE JOHN.
I've worked in the field all day, a-plowin' the
I've scoidsd my team till I'm hoarse: I've trAnped
tillmy legs are weak;
I've choked dozen swears tso's not to tell Jane
When the pillow. pint struck stone and the handles
punched my ribs.
I've put my team in the barn, and rubbed their
I've ted 'em on a heap of hay and half bushel OF
And to see the way they eat makes like eatin'
And Jane won't say tonight that don't make out
We'll said, the door ia locked, but here she's left the
Under tie step, in a place known only to her and
Iwoader who's dyn' or dead that she's hustled off
But S:;s ;s, the tables n0's' and probably this
Ihe letter it says, 'Good-by, for I'm going away
Pye lived with you six months, John, and go lar rye
But I'm going away to-day with handsomer man
than you."
A han.somsr man than me! Why, that amt much
There's han'somer men than me go past here every
There. * San'somsr men than mel amt of tn.
But = !ovin'er man than was guess she'll never
and.
Curse hsri curse her! 1 say. and give my curses
May the words of love I've spoke be changed to scor-
pon stingsi ssr-@e.f-.
Oh. sie filed my heart with JOY she emptied my
And now. with SC atch of pen, she's let my
hearts blood outl 5ss+f4f
Curse herl curse her! say I; she'll some time rue
she some line learn that hate is game that two
And long before she dies she'll grieve she ever was
born;
Assure as the world goes on, thsre'n come time
VIII read tbs devllish heart Of that han'somer man
than me; a
And there'l be time when he will find, as others
That $; who tails. to one can be tn. sam. with
two,
And when her face grows pale, and when her eyes
AND when he is tired Of her and she is tired Of him
Shs'n do what she ought to have done, and cooly
And then she' zee things clear, and know what she
And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up in
And she will mourn and cry for what she has left
And maybe .h.rl sometime. long for me for me-
I've biotted her out Of my heart and will not have
tso. .,s.- .,
And yet in her gi.lish heart there was sOmethin
Ihet fastened man to her and wasn't entirely bad
ANA me loved me little think, although 1t didn't
But l mustn't think OF these shings-I've buried
'em in the past. 49,.
IN take my hard words back, nor make bad mat
She'll have trouble enough; she'll not have my
But III live life 8, square-and well know that 1
That she always will be sorry that she went with
that han'somer man. ss
All, here is her kitchen dress! IT makes nv poor
.Ss" look at that as it twas Aoldln her.
Ana mere are her weekday Shoes and there is her
And yonder's her wedding gown wonder she didn't
take that.
Twas only this morniu' she came and called me her
"desrest dear" .ss -s-
And said was maxim for her a regular paradise
9. aodi Il yoa want man to sense the rils Of hell
Before yoH pitch him In Just keep him in heaven q
Good-byi I wish that Death had severed us two
You've iosta worshiper hsre-you've crushed a low
an worship no woman again; but guess I'll learn
And kneel Is you used to kneel before you run
And 4 Thought could bring my words on heaven
And Il I thought had some little influence there.
w3nia pray that might be. il it only could be SO,
A happy and gay as was halt an hour ago.
JANE (entering)
Why, John, what litter here! you've thrown
things all aroundl
Come, what's the matter now? and whatve you lost
or found?
And here's my father here awaiting for supper,
I've been q. riding with him-he's that "handsomer
man than you."
Ha! hal Pa, take seat, while 1 put the kettle on,
ana get things ready Tor tea, and kiss nay dear old
Why, John, you look SO strange! Come, what has
crossed your track?
Twas only s-joking, you know; I'm willing to take
JOHN taside).
Well nov. i this AMT joke, with rather bitter
1t seems as it I'd woke from a mighty ticklish
And think she ''smels rat, tor she smiles at me
Hope she don't; good Lord! hope that they didn't
Twas one Of her practical drives-she thought I'd
But III never bleak sod again till get the lay of
On well,
Tis good for man to have rome fifteen minutes OF
neu. 5 Hosper's Weekly.