Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1902-05-05

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The violet is a nun;
But / will WOO the dainty rose,
The queen of every one.
THE pea is but a wanton witch
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on ev'ry hand:
The wolf's-bane I should dread,
Nor will seek for rosemary,
That always mourns the dead;
But | will WOO the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.
1.-The lily is all in white like a saint,
And so is no mate for me;
And the daisy's cheek is tipped with a
blush,
She is of such low degree;
jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom's betrothed to the
bee.
But will plight with the dainty
The fairest of all is She"
"That is a song that suits her well, .
said Lord Arleigh. What dainty
words!'
He would have given anything to
go to her and tell her how charming
her voice was, and how exquisiteIy
she sung. 1t was the singing of a
cultured and gifted lady, whose voice
had been carefully trained, whose
I enunciation and articulation were per-
feet. He would have been interested
iT. her no matter where he had met
her; but to find her here, under his
own roof-a beautiful and charming
girl-Was surprising to him. He felt
sure that there was some mystery
about her; but what it was he could
not even surmise. Then over the
roses came song so sweet, so sad,
that his heart was touched as it hal
never been before, and the words
were clear and distinct to him as
though he stood by the SIDE Of the
singer:
Sleep, my love, sleep! rest, my love,
rest!
D{eth the moan of the wind in the
tree;,
Foldeth her pinions the bird in her
nest;
Sinketh the sun to his bed in the
sea.
Sleep, sleep, lulled on my breast,
1ossing and troubled and thinking
of me.
Hush, my love, hush! With petaIs
that close,
Bowling and bending their heads to
the lee,
Fainteth the lily and fadeth the rose,
Signing and sad for desire of the
bee,
Hush, hush dropping like those.
Weary and waiting and watching for
me.
Peace, my love, peace! Falleth tue
night,
Yelling in shadows her glory for
thee;
Eyes may be darkened while visions
are bright,
Sense may be fettered though fancy
is free.
Peace, peace slumbering light,
Longing and loving and dreaming OF
theei'"
So sweet, so sad! A sudden convic-
ton rose within him that she was
singing those words to him; and
burning desire to go into the room
where she was and clasp her in his
arms seized him. Surely the June
night, with its od0r of roses ana
burden o: sweet songs, waa teaching
him something that he had never
known before somthing both sweet
and subtle that was making his heart
beat fast and his pulses thrill.
Lord Arleigh had met many beauti-
full women; but not one had hitherto
touched his heart. Now this girls
voice seemed to reach the very soul
within him.
Sleep, my love, sleep; rest my love,
rest!
Dieth the moan of the wind in the
tree"
The words haunted him. He wished
she would sign again Should he ask
her? oh, no, that would betray his
presence; and she must never know
that he was there! Then came a rich.
ripping melody that floated over the
roses and lilies, and died away in the
tail, shady lines:
There is dew for the f1ow'ret,
And honey for the bee,
And bowers for the wild bird,
and love for you and me.
There are tears for the many,
And pleasures for the few;
But let the world pass on, dear,
There's love for me and you.
There is care at will not leave us,
And pain that will not flee;
But on our hearth unaltered
Sits love tween you and me.
" Our love it ne'er was reckoned,
Yet good it is and true;
It's half the world to me, dear,