River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1880-12-16
HONEYMOON.
BY mrs. E. ". ALLpEEDIcE
[Hrittm for the BaltimOrean..

Written for the Baltimorean.l
Red-ripe lips lifted for my loving kiss,
Sweet eyes Of blue,
Making my heaven here so full of bliss.
My joy so true.
Dear, tender arms that round me fondly Irvine
Hands snowy white,
Soft, fragrant hair of gold, like cobweD fine
Silken and bright.
Warm bosom throbbing with unselfsh beat
Ever for me,
Low voice that whispers musical and sweet
/ love but thee.
Has it been twenty days since We were wed
Or one short hourl
Was il not yesterday the words were saidl
Those words of power.
Have we but one week more-one little week
To be alOnel
Can | resolve the busy crowd to seek,
And leave my oWn@
Must | endure the weary, endless day,
Without one smile,
Or loving glance to cheer my toilsome way,
My care beguilel
Yet with each evenings shadows hope viii sing
A blssful tune,
And each recurring season with it bring
Fresh honeymoon.
SOME YEARS LATER.
Are you 50 very weary
Did YOU dance ut the ball last night.
Was there something amiss with your jewelsl
Was not your dress quite right
OF course your beaux were devoted
And you liked the music and wine;
Did you hear the new s0pranol
They say that her voice Is fine.
Why do you sob and cry SO?
Don't you know It will spoil you eyes
Do try to be gay and cheerful;
| cannot endure your sighs.
Do you say you wanted me with you,
That leave you too much alones
How very absurd, my darling!
Pray, try a more amiable tone.
How can you expect my presence,
When | have SO much to do!
Must | leave the club-room and Wall street!
Only to wait upon you!
have given you carriage and horses,
Dresses and hats divine,
And all things else for your pleasures;
Please don't interfere with mine
You have your box at the opera,
And plenty of dancing beauX
To come at the beck of your finger
DO utilize some of those.
You want somebody to love you9
How silly to raise a little storm
About such tritling matter;
You know it is very bad form.
Of course love you so dearly,
But my spoonng days have past;
You could not expect the cooling
OF the honeymoon at last
viii stay with you Just this one night!
Indeed, / cannot, my dear
My evenings all too precious
To waste them in foong here.
The dinner is served and waiting;
| hate sentimental stuff;
And your tears are not becoming
Look how you have spoiled my cuff.
Don't quarrel before the servants;
| may see you at the ball;
My movements are all dependent
On whether stocks rise or fall.
BITTER FRUIT.
Gone, The nest made for my singing bird
Is cold and STILL
No more her musical voice will be heard
Like tinklng rill.
| left her sleeping this morn, this dread day,
She calm and white,
G cd forgive me! | had no word to say
To her last night.
spoke to her once. but she answered not,
Only a moan;
These poor women take drugs, l wott
So much alone.
| might have saved her to-day, but the pool
Was selling fast;
put her note in my vest, like fool,
And read at last.
She said: You taught me in sweet by-gone da.
The need of love;
on lavished on my bisses, looks of praise,
All words above.
On nv last effort, | my fortune stake.
Come to me now;
Lest spite of all my better self break
Ny marriage VOW.
y on babe me with another smile and dance,
Too fat game!
And 50 across the sea to England, France,
bear my shame.
That other loved me when you were not by,
Loved III too vol;
And now go; yet | would rather die
Sad truth to tell.
Farewell! farewell! l only craved of you
One previous boon;
The love you promised, tender. kind and true.
That honeymoon
Too late Ny tod, the blow is hard to bear;
Tender and kind;
Curs'd brute l was instead; how could dare
Have been so blind!
Portland, Maine November, 1880.