The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1878-04-05
vALERIE's CONFESSION.
ITO A FRIEND.

They declare that L M gracefully pretty,
The very best watzer that whirls;
They say | am sparkling and witty,
The pearl, tho queen rosebud, of girls.
But ...... alas for the popular blindness
Its judgment, though folly, can hurt;
Since ...... my heart, that runs over with kind
ucSs,
1t VOWS is the heart Of q ...... Flirt
How, how can help it, if Nature,
Whose mysteries battle our ken,
Hath made Inc the tenderest creature
That ever hath pity OH men5
When the shafts of my luminous glances
llavo tortured some sensitive breast,
Why, l soften their light till il frances
The poor wounded bosom to rest
Can help it if, brought from all regions,
As diverse in features as gait,
Rash lovers bcsicge me in legons,
Zach lover demanding his fate a.?
To be cold to such feryors of feeling
Would pronounce mc dullard or Ounce;
And SO ...... the bare thought sets me rceling
I'm engaged to SIR suitors at once !
The first ...... VIC shall call him "swest Will
He's lad scarcely witty or wise
The s,SS.3! SlSSom .sG,t of tho sorrows of "Hinm
When l strove, half in earnest, to hout him,
Pale, pale at my footstool ne sunk;
But mamma, quito too ready to scout him,
Youid hint that "swect Willie" was ......
drunk
My second, q horid Adons
of forty y-and-five, if day,
Drives me out in his phGton with ponies,
Making love every yard of the way.
Who So pleasantly placed could resist him?
Had he popped meath the moonlight and dew
That eve. could almost have kissed him .....
a confession alone, dear, for you.)
Next, n widowcr, polished and youthful,
Far famed for his learning AMI pelf;
Can doubt TINT las passion is truthful
That he seeks me lone for myself?
Yes know that some ISLANDERS muttcr
Ills fortune is just taking wings
But scorn the backbitcr who utter
Such 5ascly cchsorious things ......
Could they hearken his love whisper, dulcet
As April soft tide on the strand,
Whose white curves are loath to rcpulsc it,,
So sweet is its homage and bland
Could they hear how his dead wiics devotion
He praises, while ycarnng for mine
They would own that his ardent emotion
Is something yes almost drine
My fourtl--.wonld to Heaven could paint him
AS next the high altar he stands
Saint john all the people bcsaint him !
Pale brow and immaculate hands
ALI his tones in their wooing seem holy,
Nor dare believe ii misplaced,
When IN arm of the Church, stealing slowly.
Is folded, at length, round ..... my waist!
behold this long list Of my lovers
With soldier and sailor complete
Both swear that their hearts were but rovcrs
Till ictcrcd and bound ut my feet.
Oh dear but these worShippers daunt me;
Their claims, their vcxcd wishes, appal
'Tis sad how they harasS ANA haunt me;
What, WHAT shMi do ,r.M them all?
LATER.
AZ the foam flakes, when stcadfastly blowing,
The west winds sweep reckless and free,
Are borne where the deep pillows, flowing,
Pass out to lmtlcss sea,
SO the gay spumc Of girish romances,
upcaught by true Love OH his breath,
With the irctwOrk anl foam of young fancics,
Was borne through vague distance 10 death.
For he camc-thc true hero-onc morning,
And my soul with quick thrills of delight
Lcaped upward, renewed, and reborn in
world of strange beauty and might;
seemed fenced from all earthly disaster;
My pulses beat tuncful and fast;
SO welcomed my monarch, my mastcr--
The frSt real love, and the last!
PAuL II. IAySE.
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