The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-06-25
BRIDES OF BY-GONE JUNE

Tom Bodine in the Paris (Mo) Mercury.
Now that June is here roseembowered life is sing
sibly never to be answered,
What becomes of all the worlds sweethearts.
Where do the fame-c1ad Of today those strobe
through the entertainments of sweet unnumbered
days go? Whittier vanshes the great illusion?
the hills away ravshing music the piper
plays? Nestled somewhere in the Be
there quaint Hamn town where the spirit of dead
Junes and those yet to die stands silent sentinel waiting
for their return? No say.
Looking about a world full commonplace married
folks living in atmosphere greasy domestcity
question becomes doubly mystying There girls
and amber girls like violets uttery girls
like hooded poppies slender and proud small pale girls
girls in dimtes, girls with elbow sleeves girls poke
bonnets-grs girls, girls grls-weepng girls petulant
girls cold girls And there boys athletic boys,
bilious boys boys rich boys domneering boys Will
lie boys all in the heart of Junetime And they vowed
and they and they signed and they cried days
of gold and the nights pendulent sivery AL
hand in hand, they walking gar
dens blown with lingering by fountains
whose murmurings but they could hear. them
and for none other hung the starsudded twights
and for them alone the mystic dawn the lazy beds of
daffodil in a sunset sky
They trod the earth with flame and sham
med heaven with their ecsasies Cone all gone
day there who bargaining 10 cents
worth OF lettuce at the corner and the light of
great illusion had gone from her Fan who
spanked baDy the step later,
who hung number of suspicious looking the
little clothesine stretched back porch Bill
loudly his wife wants divorce John spits
the front porch and Frank with his in the
of company. Where there poetry
ed; where there rapture the dull content
ments of the commonplace daily against
routine Faces gorified hold only suggestion
imminent yawn; that fathomed the great and
hidden meanings of life only its dull duties
ing monotones-mystery is and the hours have
eaden wings.
But for the laugh of child beholdng flame
of dawn its murmur looking into the depths
of the hung and tremulous night recreating
fusion, it unbearable. Yet here again our
Mistress with witcheries over the
hills and far to the DID, music the piper plays
moves the and enchanted pageant "a jar
of wine high in the petals crushed
under the feet of swift flying yesterdays give no
fume. Alas! Whittier go they and why do they
urn What cruel trick is this what stupid physiological
fact that cheats life and robs heaven?
This morning in the leafy depths of the town
the glad love note of robin his mate 1t was
the significant, wild mysterious that was lifted
triumphant. The yellow sunlight filtered
down just softly but it another robin sang
she who answered, though quite beautiful the
Tonight the will hang in the sky
and the profligatey the grass With
perhaps will Tilt lines CARRYING per
fume from Naishapur-
All, Love. could you and I conspire
grasp this sorry scheme of things entire
Would shatter it to bits
And remold it nearer the hearts desire?
Scurvy trick isn't t-downrght mean? But hush.
Here comes the bride"