The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1877-11-24

ewes stood open ike cellar doors IN
town. and lifted them up to catch the
silvery accents Of your voice. My
tongue refused to wag, ind in silent adj
mirati N drank in the sweet infection
OF love a. thirsty man swailoweth a
hot whisky punch.
Since the light of your eyes fell upon
NV face | sometimes feel as though
could lift myself by my boot straps TO
the top of steeple and pull the bell for
singing school. Day and night you are
in NV thoughts. When Aurora, blush
ing like bride, rises from her saffron
colored couch; when the jaybird pipes
his tunefu lay in the apple tree by the
spring house when the chanticleer's
shrill clarion heralds the coming morn;
when the awakening pig arises from his
be-, and gruntet.i aad Soeth forth LOT
his morning refreshments when the
drowsy beetle wheels his droning Eight
AT sultry noor;ile; when The loving
herd comes home at milking time.
think of thee. and, ike piece OF gum
elastic, my hear. seems 20 stre;ch cle"r
( across NV bosom. Yonr hair is Ike the
mano Of a sorrel horse powdered with
rol,l. and the brass pins skewered
through your waterfall Gil me with uu-
bounded awe. Your forehead is smooth
er than the elbows of an old coat. Your
ewes are glorious to behold. 1t their
hauid DEPTHS ] see lesions of little Gu
pids battling. like ants in an old craeaer.
When their fire hit me on my breast 1t
penetrated my whole anatomy as load
of bird shot through a rotten apple.
Your nose is from chunk of Parian
marble, and your mouth is puckered
with sweetness. Nectar fingers Oh yonr
lips like honey ON bears paw, and
myriads Of uufedged kisses are there,
re,dv 70 tlv out somewhere, like blue
birds out of their nests. Your laugh
rjncs i'm my ears like the wlnd-harp',
strain. or the bleat of stray lambs oil q
bleak hillside. The dimples on youI
cheeks are like bowers in bed of roses,
or hollows in homemade sugar.
am dying to fly to thy presence ano
pour out the burning eloquence ct m,
love. as thrifty housewives ponr out hot
coffee. Away from yon am as melan
choly as a sick rat. Sometimes / car
hear the Jnne-bugs nf despondency bnz
zing in my ears, and feel the liza'dS o
despair crawling down my back. I'm
cou,h { ars like IA thousand minnow'
nibhle ut my spirit. ana my so1i Il
pierced with tloubts like an oil chee =
bored with shippers. My love for yo'
is stronger than the smell of Cetiey'
patent butter, or the kick of young
COW. and more unselhsh than kitten
/ cat-a waul. As a song bird bankers 70
/ the light of day, the cautious mouse TO
$ the fresh bacon in the trap, as a Leaf
pup bankers for new milk, / long TO
4 thee You are fairer than speckle'
D pnll-t, sweeter than Yankee dOnghnn
0 fried in sorgum molasses. brighter thai
: = top knot plum 'ge on the head of
i musc IVY duct Yo1 are candy kisses
e raisius. pound-cake and sveetened tod
t d. ,ogetlier
t II these few remarks will enable y'l
i to see the inside Of my soul, and me
y win your affections, ! shall be AS happ
rs a wcoapecker on a cherry tree
90 YOU cannot reciprocate my thriilin
- passion. viii pine away like poisoile
II b.3bug. AM, ia the coming years wine
. tie shalow grow fir IN the trees, whe
d the philosophical frog sings his croakin
y hymns you, happy iii anothef's love, ca
q come and drop a tear and catch a col
y upcn tn last resting place of
q Yours affcc tionately, n.