The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1898-06-08

worn paper.
My Darling
Divinity of my soul! every time l
think of you my heart Aops up and
down like churn dasher. Sensa-
tions of unutterable JOY caper over 1t
like young gotes over stable roof,
and thrill through it like Spanish
needles through pair of linen trous-
ers. As a gosling swimmith with
delight in mud puddle, so I swim
in sea of glory. Visions of extatlc
rapture thicker than the hairs on a
blacking brush, and brighter than
the eyes of humming birds pinions
visit me in my slumber, and, borne
on their invisible wings, your image
stands before me, and I reach out to
grasp it like pointer swapping at a
blue bottled fly.
When I first beheld your angelic
projections, I was bewildered, and
nv brain whirled around like bum
BILE bee under glass tumbler.
My eyes stood open like cellar
door in country town, and [ lifted
nv ears to catch the silvery accent
of your voice.
=. My tongue refused to wag, and in
silent alteration I drank in the sweet
infections Of love as a thirsty man
swalloweth glass OF hot punch.
Since the light of your face fell
upon my life, I have sometimes felt
as if I could lift myself up by my
suspenders to the top of the church
steeple and pull the bell for singing
school.
Day and night you are in my
thoughts. When Aurora, blushing
like bride, rises from her saffron
colored couch; when the jay bird
pipes his tuneful lay in the apple
tree by the pigeon house; where the
chanticlen's shriil clarion heralds the
coming morn; when the awakening
pig arises from his beed and grun-
tetb, and goes for refreshments;
when the drowsy beetle wheels it's
droning fight at sultry noon-tide,
and when the lowing herds come
home at milk-time, think of thee,
and like a piece of gum elastic: my
heart seems to stretch clear across
my bosom.
Your hair is like the name of sor-
rel horse, powdered with gold; and
the brass pins screwed through your
waterfall fill me with unbounded
awe.
Your forehead is smoother than
the elbow of an old coat. Your eyes
are glorious to behold in their liquid
depths I see legions of cupids bath
ing like cohort of ants in an army
cracker. When the fire pierced my
manly breast it penetrated my whole
apotomy like a load of bird shot
through rotten apple.
Your nose is from a chunk of Par
is marble, and your mouth is puck
cred with sweetness, nectar fingers
on your lips like honey on a dogs
paw and myriads of unpledged kisses
are there, ready to fly out and light
somewhere like blue birds out OF
their parents nest.
Your laugh rings in my ears like
the vibration of an angels harp, or
the bleat of stray sheep on bleak
hillside.
The dimples of your cheeks are
Ike the bowers in the beds of roses,
or hollows in home made sugar.
am dping to fly to thy presence and
pour out the burning eloquence OF
my love as thrifty housewives pour
out hot coffee. Away from you l am
melancholy as a sick rat.
Sometimes 7 can hear the June
bugs of dependency buzzipg in MY
ear and feel the lizards of despair
crawling down my back. Uocouth
fears like q thousand minnows nib
bling at my spirit, and my soul is
pierced with doubts like an old
cheese bored with shippers.
Ny love for you is stronger than
the smell of rancid gilt edge butter.
or the kick of young COW, and more
nnselfsh than kittens first cater
wall. As a song bird bankers for
the light of day, the cautious mouse
for the fresh bacon in the trap, as
small pup for new milk, SC l banker
for thee.
You are fairer than speckled pul
let, sweeter than buckwheat cake
fried in sorghum molasses, brighter
than the top-knot plumage on the
head of Muscovey duck.
You are candy, kisses. raisens,