The weekly echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1868-1876, 1875-02-27


81 unuileuble JOY caper over b ike
young goats over stable roof, md
thrill through Il Ike spanisb needle
through tow linen trowssrs. As SOS
ling swimmeth with delight IL . mud
puddle, "a swim i in d sea Of CORY
Visions Of eostatio rapture, thicker
chan che haif Of biacleing brush. and
brighter chan the hues on q humming
birds pinions, visit me ip my slumbags,
and borne 81 their invisible wings
vour image stands before me, and I
reach ont to grasp It. like an Old pointer
swapping at blue-hottle az. When I
first heheId your sanity PROJECTIONS ]
was bewildered and my brain whirled
around like bumble-bee under glass
tumhlar; my eyes stood open like cellar
doors in the country townss and ! lifted
my enrs to catch the silvery accents Of
your voice. MY tongue refused % wag,
ana ~ silent admiration drank ia the
sweet infection Of love, as thirsty
man swalloweth a tumbler Of hot whisky
punch. Since the light 81 your face
fell upon my life, / sometimes feel as
it / could lift myself by my shoe straps
to the top Of church stecple. Day
and night yoa are my thoughts. When
Aurora, blushing like bride, rises
from her saffron couch; when the jay
bird pipes his tuneful lay ia the apple
tree By the spring-house; when the
chandeliers shrill clarion he1alds the
coming morn; when the awakened pig
ariseth from his bed, and goeth forth
for his morning refreshments; when
the drowsy beetle wheels his dIoning
fight at sulzy noontide, and when the
lowing COWS come home at milking
time, I think Of thee. And like a piece
OF gumelastic, my heart seems to stretch
clear across my BOSOM. Your hair is
like the mime Of sorrel horse painted
with gold, and the brass slide to your
immaculate neck-tie fills me with nm
bounded awe. Your forehead is smooth
81 than an old cont and whittier than
seventeen hundred linen. Your eyes
are glorious to behold. In their liquid
depths I see legions Of little cupids
battling and fighting like cohorts Of
ants in an old army cracker. When
their fire hit me in the womanly breast,
II perforated my entire anatomy like
load 81 bird-shot would 60 through a
rotten apple. Your nose is from a
chunok 81 parian marble, and your
month Fuckers with sweetness. Nectar
fingers on your lips like honey on q
bears paw, and myriads Of unaeged
kisses are there ready TO fly out Of the
parent nest and light somewhere like
blue-birds out their parent nest,
Your laugh rings on my ears like the
wind harp's strain, 81 the bleat of
stray lamp on the bleak hillside The
dimpIes in your cheeks arc like bowers
ia beds Of roses, or like hollows in
cakes Of homemade sugar. / am dying
to Fly to your presence. and topour ont
the burning eloquence Of my love as d
thrifty housewife pours out the hot
coffee. Away from you / an as melan-
ehoIy as a sick rat. Sometimes I can
hear the June-bug Of dependency buzz
aing ia my ears, and feel the cold liz
cards 81 despair crawling down my
back. Uncouth fears like q thousand
Winners nibbling az my spirits, and my
soul Is pierced through with doubts as
an old choose Is bored by shippers. NY
Iove Is stronger for you then the smell
n tie Old butter. sweitzer kase, Of the
kick 81 4 mule It Is pnrer ihan che
breath 81 a young crow and more I'M
selfish than kittens first catterwanl,
IA the aon-bird hnngers Cor the light
81 day. the cautious mouse for the fresh
bacon ia tho trap, a. lean pup hank
err after new milk. 81 I long for thee.
You aFe fairer than 4 spcckled pullet
sweeter than Yankee dnughnut tixed
II sorghum molasses; brighter than ia,
top-hnot plumage "a the head Of {
Mussoyia duck. You ara candy kisses
Faisena. pounacakes and sweeienet
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