Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1871-03-09
COTTAGE AND HALL.
THE LATE ALICE cARY's LAST PoEA


With eyes to her sewing work dropped down
And with hair In q tangled shower,
And with roses kissed by the sun, so brown,
Young Janey sat In her bower
A garden nook with work and book;
And the bars that crossed her girlsh gown
Were as blue as the tiaxen flower.
And her little heart, IL beat and beat,
Till the work shook on her knee,
For the golden combs are not so sweet
10 the honey fasting bee
As to her her thoughts Of Alexis.
Andtacross good green piece of wood,
And across field OF flowers,
modest, lowly house there stood
That held her eyes for hours
A cottage low, hid under the snow
or cherry beau-viae flowers.
Sometimes 1t held her all day long,
For there at her distaff bent,
And spinning double thread of cong
And Of wool, in her sweet canteut,
Sat the mother OF young alexis.
And Janey turned things In and out,
AS foolish maids will do,
What could the song be all about9
Yet well enough she knew
That while the fingers diew the wool
As fine as fine could be,
The loving mother heart was full
OF her boy gone to sea-
Her blue-eyod boy, her pride and Joy,
On the cold and cruel sea-
Her darling boy, Alexis.
And beyond the good green piece of wood
And the field OF flowers so gay,
Among its ancient oaks there stood,
With gables high and gray,
A lofty hall, where mistress Of all
She might dance the night away. ...
And as she sat and sewed her seam
In the garden bower that day,
Alike from seam and alike from dream
Her truant thoughts would stray
1t would be Sc fine like lady to shine,
And dance the night away!
And oh and alas for Alexis
And suns have risen and suns gone down
On cherry and beau-vine bowers,
And the tangled curs or the eyes dove brown
They fall no more In showers
Nor are there bars in the hoInespun gown
As blue as the 1axen flowers.
Ay, winter wind and winter rain
Have beaten away the bowers.
And Little Janey is Lady Jane,
And dances away the hours
Maideus she hath to play ard sing. ...
And her mothers house and land
Could never buy the iewelled ring
She wears on her lily band
The hand that is false to Alexis
Alb, bright were the sweet young cheeks apt
eyes,
And the silken gown was CAV,
When first to the tall as mistress of all
She came en- her wedding day.
snow where, my BRIDE" saws the groom IL
PRIDE
"Now where will your chamber be ."
And from wall to wall she praiso1 ALL
But chooses the one by the sea
And the suns they rise and the suns tbey SET,
But she rarely sees their CLEAN,
For often her eyes with tears are wet,
And the sewing work Is unfinished vet.
And so is the girllsh dream.
For when her ladies gird at her . .-
And her lord is cold and sforn
Old mematts in her heart must stir. Y
For ~ s5hiia iiiilH ~ Hiisxis' asfsz
AND alway, when the dance is done,
9, and her weary feet are free,
She sits in her. chamber all alone
AT the window next the sea,
ana combs her shining tresses down
By the light of the fading stars.
AND maybe she thinks of her bomsnnn oozv,,
;, WIN the pretty flax flower bars.
For when the foam OF wintry gales
Runs white along the blue. ."
nearing the rattle of stifIened sails
she trembles through and throneb
anu maybe thinks Of Alexis.