The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-10-22
LOVE I'm WINTEAl.
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN.

sob. love is Ike,the roses,
And every rose shall fall,
For sure as Summer closes
They perish one and ALL sA
Then love, while leaves are on the trees,
And birds sing in the bowers Ma
When winter comes TOO late twill be
To pluck the happy flowers. t
II is maiden singing, ~ rE S-s
An ancient girl, in sooth; @
The dizzy room is ringing
With her shrill song of youth;
The white keys sob as swift she tries
Each shrill and shrieking scale:
sc Oh, love isSlike, the roses I" cries
This muslined nightingale.
In dark corner doing
l close my eyes and ears,
And cali up, while reposing, ..s.--...
glimpse from other years;
A genre-picture, quaint and Dutch,
see from this dark seat f}
IT'S full of human brightness, such
AS makes remembrance sweet. 1850
Fiat leagues of endless meadows
I'm Holland lies the scene}, t
Where many pollard-shadows a4.aa
Der nut-brown bitches lean;
Gray clouds above, that never break, rug
Mists the pale sunbeams stripe,
With groups of steaming cattle, make %
windmill, and below it
- "A cottage near a road, - f+ &3.u
Where some meek pastoral poet
Nightmare glad abode; t<5 .a' 81.
A cottage with garden, where. 81. ....., .
Prim squares of pansies grow,
And, sitting on a garden-chair, ,ya s,
A dame with locks of snow.
In trim black, trussed and. bodied,
With petticoat of red, { VI e31n1 {e4GI
And on her bosom modest
A kerohief white bespread.j sT3f Nf
Alasl the breast that heaves below
Is shriveled now and thin it1.'
/" Though, vestal thoughts as white as snow
Still palpitate within.
Her hands are mittened nicely,
IN And folded ON her knee - 9s 81" sa-sa 3
Her lips, that meet precisely,
Are moving quietly. 3} lh+
She listens while the dreamy bells
Ger the dark flats intone-- IS ~N+
Now come, now gone, in dying swells.
. the Sabbath-sounds are blown.
Her cheek withered rose is,
Her eyea violet dim ;effaa /. ,tt- @.s5s.t. /;
Half in her chair she dozes,
And huns happy hymn. A+r
But soft what wonder makes her start
81 And lift her aged head, .h'
4, While the faint futterings of her heart
Just touch er cheeks with red?
The latch clicks through the gateway
An aged wight steps slow, IL
Then pauses, doting straightway
His broad-brimmed gay chapeau!
Swallow-tailed coat of blue so grand,
With buttons bright beside,
he wears, and in his trembling hand r..
A nosegay, ribbon-tied.
His thin old legs trip lightly
In brooches of nankeen, En- ATs nr
His wrinkied face looks brightly,
% So rosy, fresh, and clean; gs
For old he is and wrinkled plain, ,t
y With locks of golden gray, & $3.50
And leaning on tasseled cane,
: He hobbies on his way.
Oh, sky-lark, singing over
The silent mill hard by, aa2 J ,a-33g-
To this so happy lover
Sing out with suInmer-cry! 3i ~ tt.t .
He hears thee, though his blood is cold,
r She hears, though deaf and weak:
She stands to greet him, as of old,
blush upon her cheek.
In Spring-time they were parted a1
By some sad wind of woe:
Forlorn and broken-hearted
Each faltered, long ago.: .fs .t
They parted: half century
Each took the path of pain I'D
L1o l4Neu d DdCH6lOT, ana Gne
Was never w0oed again. sH 1#.
But when the Summer end gggds o
When every vision splendid
Of youth and hope was fed,
Again those twain came face to face
AS in the long ago;
They met within sunless place
In the season of the snow
Oh, love is like the roses,
Love comes and love must feel
Before the summer closes
Loves rapture and loves glee !"
On peace for in the garden there
He bows in raiment gay,
- DOTS hat, and with a courtly air
Presents his fond bouquet.
One day in every seven,
While church-bells softly RIG
The happy, silent heaven
BeTods the self-same thing:
The gay old boy within the gate,
With ribbons at his knee;
When winter comes is love too late %
q Cupid, look and see
Oh, talk not of loves rapture
When youthful lovers kiss
What mortal sight may capture
scene so sweet as this?
Beside her now he sits and CLOVIS
"hue pflm she sits, and proud,
Then, spectacles upon his nose.
Reads the weeks news aloud =
Pure, with no touch of passion,
True, with no Jinge Of pain:
Ihas in sweet Standardization,
They live their love again.
She sees in him happy boy
Swift, agile, 2norous-eyed:
He sees in her his own hearts ioy-
Youth, hope, love Yivified!
Content there he sits smoking
His long Dutch pipe of wood:
Gossiping OftanQ joking,
AS gay lover should,
And oft, while there in company
They smile for loves sweet sake,
Her snuff-box black she hands, and he
A grave, deep pinch doth take!
There, gravey juyenescent,
Ia sober Sabbath-ioy,
MingliDg the past and present,
They sit, maid and boy
Oh, love is like the roses !'-No!
Thou foolish singer, cease!
Love finds his freside mid the snow.
And smokes the pipe of peace!
Ge11tleqeG1sS MagqzGae
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The UNTERWALD WEDDING,
Maitre Seller was well-preseryed
yIlo gentleman of nearly aixtv Al