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SONNETS 
 OF A FRESHMAN 
 
 BY 
 
 BERTON BRALEY 
 
 {Wisconsin, 'OS) 
 
 Illustrations by 
 C. R. FREEMAN 
 ' (Wisconsin, 'OS) 
 
 WISCONSIN STATE JOURNAL, '04 
 
COPYRIGHTED, 1904, 
 
 BY 
 
 BERTON BRALEY, 
 
HORATIO WINSLOW 
 
 (Colleglcally known as " Rals." ) 
 
 HUMORIST. WRITIST, DRAWIST, PLAYIST, 
 TRAMP ROYAL 
 
 AND 
 ALL ROUND GOOD FELLOW, 
 
 THIS LITTLE BOOK 
 
 IS 
 
 RIOTOUSLY DEDICATED 
 
 (' In Jesting Guise, 
 
 But Ye are Wise, 
 And Ye Know What the 
 Jest Is 
 
 Worth.") 
 
SONNETS OF A FRESHMAN 
 
 It seems so strange to find myself down here, 
 
 Valedictorian quar- A frQm d m& d jj j 
 
 ter on the team, J r ' 
 
 class president, and But then gee j wag ^ ^^ 
 
 holy smoke! what "' - 1 
 
 WaSn 'wgh b S chtoT ° f a11 the hi £ h sch ° o1 clasS I left last year ; 
 I used to cut a lot of ice, but dear, 
 
 Dear me — it makes me very much depressed 
 
 The way the Soph'mores treat me as a jest, 
 
 And at my aspirations merely jeer. 
 
 They do not know how great I was at home ; 
 
 Or how I won a big three dollar prize J tel1 i oy * * was 
 
 proud, then, 
 
 For elocution. Yes, and for my size, 
 Folks said no better quarter trod the loam. 
 They scorn me now and mock my good intent, 
 But they'll be sorry when I'm president. 
 
 They will be, too. 
 
'I took a fall" 
 
II. 
 
 Today when I was going past the Hall, 
 1 aIW T U e g s°d^a Away up at the top I saw a girl, ££ j££" 
 
 ^lltZZoZ So pretty that my head began to whirl, 
 And I could hardly even think at all. 
 I waved my hand (for I'm just full of gall, 
 Yes, I'm an awful flirt) but such a pearl "i»eari" is kind of 
 
 old but it fits here. 
 
 She was. She gave her handkerchief a twirl, 
 I was so flustered that I took a fall. 
 
 And spoiled my new two dollar pants. But she, 
 She only smiled and shook her pretty head. 
 I'll make these Soph'mores here feel mighty 
 
 dead, 
 'Taint every day the girls see men like me. 
 The Sophs laugh now — Gee! how they'll 
 
 '•Fawn and whine" fawn an( j wh j ne 
 
 is pretty nifty talk. 
 
 rve be » ^»* When every co-ed's heart is wholly mine. 
 
"And shook my hand" 
 
III. 
 
 You should have seen me in my class today, 
 And f: e e S h n „!L a . I tol d that Prof, a lot of things, I guess. 
 It's rare he finds so good a man unless 
 A Senior or a Junior comes his way, 
 And after class I heard a Soph 'more say 
 "So bright, and he so young," and one said 
 
 "Yes, 
 A youth of promise and of good address 
 
 They all seem to 
 
 have heard about Which all our class should hear the lad dis- 
 
 me. 
 
 play," 
 
 And then they came to me and shook my hand 
 
 And said they'd like to see some more of me, 
 
 And asked if I'd address a meeting grand Please excuse this 
 
 inversion but I had 
 
 Upon the Main Hall steps at 7:03. to rhyme. 
 
 And so tonight the Soph'more class shall cheer 
 
 Maybe I won't — """• 
 
 thrill them some! At eloquence whose like is not heard here. 
 
"How hard that bark is" 
 
IV. 
 You cannot keep a good man out of sight, 
 
 Lots oi girls too! The folks down here are k arn ; ng w h a t I am, 
 
 When at the Hall I spoke last night, the jam 
 Was fearful, people even had to fight 
 To hear my speech, which gave them such de- 
 light, 
 That they insisted I should also speak 
 At Prexy's house, the Kappa house (that's 
 
 Greek) 
 And elsewhere, too. I spoke ten times that 
 night 
 
 And everywhere they cheered and yelled for me 
 
 , , . , , . • Talk about fun! 
 
 And laughed and wept responsive to my voice, 
 Until at length some rowdy jealously 
 Laid hold of me and shouted "Take your choice 
 Of singing pretty songs or climbing trees" — 
 Gee whiz ! how hard that bark is on your knees. 
 
 (This sonnett isn't classical but I guess it's going some, all right, all 
 right.) 
 
"Their worship of me" 
 
I'm bound to win. 
 
 V. 
 
 Once more my worth has triumphed ; when I 
 
 went 
 To my class meeting yesterday at four 
 The whole assemblage broke into a roar 
 Of frantic acclamation — giving vent 
 To all their worship of me. The sound sent 
 
 You see I've been 
 
 A thrill of pleasure to my very core, president before 
 
 (of our graduating 
 
 A thrill which stirred and shook me even more, class) so i wasn't 
 
 particularly einljar- 
 
 When in their joy they made me President. rassed. 
 
 Proudly I took my seat and with a few 
 Well chosen words I thanked them one and all, 
 And at the close their shoutings filled the hall, 
 And skywardwise their hats and caps they 
 threw. 
 
 I learned today it was a Soph'more game, 
 But still it shows I'm famous just the same. 
 
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 "I wish my folks could see me" 
 
Say but they'd 
 cringe. 
 
 VI. 
 
 I wish my folks could only see me now, 
 And learn how old and worldlywise I've grown, 
 And see me in these clothes for which I've 
 
 blown 
 The last lone cent the family allow. be stunned when 
 
 they get the bill. 
 
 if they could see — I guess perhaps the tone, 
 That papa writes me in, would change some — 
 
 how, 
 For wisdom sits at last upon my brow, 
 And all my former youthfulness .has flown. 
 
 And then if they could see the girls I've met Queens! 
 (Whose hearts I've conquered as few mortals 
 
 can) 
 Or watch me smoke a pipe or cigarette — II made me sick at 
 
 r r ° first, but now ! 
 
 They'd know my life was on a broader plan — 
 it's hard to get at- Than what it was, and then I guess I'd get 
 
 tention befitting 
 
 one's dignity. The kind of treatment that is due a MAN. 
 
"A girl demure" 
 
I guess I wrote 
 
 pretty fine here. I 
 
 can when I try. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Today — oh, I have seen the fairest maid, 
 
 A queen — yet modest as a girl demure, 
 
 And though Her glowing orbs scarce ever 
 
 strayed 
 Or left the path before Her, I am sure 
 She noticed me — because there barely played 
 A little flush across Her visage pure — 
 A rosy flush — the tribute Her heart paid 
 To my magnetic and unconscious lure. 
 
 I wish I were a king and She my wife, 
 
 Then folks would say — "A truly royal pair." 
 
 Or else I wish I were a millionaire, 
 
 Or just myself and She my own for life. 
 
 Oh, I will win Her and my heart's athirst — "Heart's athirst" 
 
 -r, i-i t,.. . i /. that's a very pretty 
 
 But come to think — 1 11 have to meet her first, expression, i think. 
 
"The God and Hero" 
 
VIII. 
 I met Her at a party and she smiled, 
 
 Regular boiler j t made heart throb ^^ Gracious sakes 
 
 shop. J 
 
 It's funny what a little bit it takes 
 
 To make a man feel bashful as a child. 
 
 But I braced up and said some funny things 
 
 I rose to the occa- 
 sion, as usual,— And then She laughed — she is SO bright and 
 
 usual result. 
 
 quick, 
 I made a fine impression — She's a brick — 
 Another victim to MY conquerings. 
 
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 Today She passed me by but didn't speak 
 
 Or even bow, but I who know Her mind— It looked qncer 
 
 Have not gone far the reason why to seek — explain eaS> 
 
 It is because Her thoughts are all of me, 
 
 And so I seemed as in a glow defined — 
 
 The god and hero of her fantasy ! 
 
'I'm in love 
 
IX. 
 
 For weeks I've been recounting conquests I 
 i-mim v e i K u«s. Have made of maidens in the 'Varsity, 
 
 As if the fever couldn't bother ME 
 And now I've got it bad. I mope and sigh 
 And cannot write or study when I try, 
 For everywhere Her perfect face I see; 
 Ah, would again my heart were fancy free — 
 But nay, I would riot know Her then, I cry. 
 
 This aching throb which fills my manly breast 
 
 Is better than the emptiness before ; 
 
 But might I hold Her to my beating chest 
 
 And hear Her say, "I love you," o'er and o'er, 
 
 Ah, after that I'd order Blatz's Best -Biatz," u beer 
 
 you know. 
 
 And celebrate for half a week or more. 
 
 This would be too 
 much. 
 
"My name is J. F. Wintergreen" 
 
X. 
 
 This football team is all a low down snide — 
 
 And LTe!ft e 'rif a K It>s "P ul1 " and nothing else that gets men there, 
 wasn't so. Now j am stron g — there's nothing I won't 
 
 dare — 
 
 And I played quarter down at Podunk Side. 
 But though I told them that, they only guyed 
 And put me at the fourth eleven's end, 
 And then they tried to smash me and to send 
 Each play on top of me — I never tried 
 
 To interfere, but let them thunder by, 
 
 He was uncivil, And when the COach gOt impolite, I Said mrrelyvexed 7 
 
 earfully so, almost 
 
 rude. "My name is J. F. Wintergreen and I 
 Must have a first eleven place or none." 
 He kicked me out — but I shall cut him dead 
 And he'll be sorry for the things he's done. 
 
"I danced with her" 
 
XL 
 
 I danced with Her tonight — and She — oh my ! 
 
 ey all gravitate j £ £ar gkg'g got an aw f u J crus h on me _ 
 
 I'm seventeen and She is twenty-three, 
 
 But I look twenty-five and that's no lie. i'ye "seen life" 
 
 some, you see. 
 
 I seem to fascinate — I don't know why, 
 of course there are Although of course I'm bright — and as you 
 
 good reasons. 
 
 see — 
 A man of striking personality, 
 And dance divinelv — so She said and I — 
 
 Could but believe Her — for She understands 
 My worth as few down here do, and her heart 
 Is true to me. Why I have held Her hands 
 Sometimes ten seconds when we came to part. 
 Oh, Time, run slowly with your crystal sands, 
 
 , , . - - This Lothario busi- 
 
 1 ve captured one more maiden at the start. ness i s killing me. 
 
"The way instructors act" 
 
They think they're 
 regpular Lotharios. 
 
 XII. 
 
 It's mighty strange the way instructors act 
 It seems to me that some are MIGHTY flip, 
 Now take that Mortimer, the little snip, 
 I really think his cranium is cracked. 
 He tried to jolly Her — yes, honest fact, 
 As if She cared to hear his shallow lip. Nerve! 
 
 do you sen se the But I am onto him and I shall nip 
 
 Spar "ang^ His little game and leave my graft intact. 
 
 And yet — I wish She hadn't smiled so much, 
 
 And looked so pleased at everything he said, 
 
 Although I know 'twas just a woman's whim, You neyer can tell _ 
 
 And that She's true to me in spite of such. 
 
 Well, just the same I'd like to punch his head — 
 
 I wonder if She really cares for him? 
 
"The Nerve of him." 
 
And me a wise boy, 
 too. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 This writing sonnets is a measly job; I'm pretty good at 
 
 T it, however! 
 
 it gives me pain exceedingly at times 
 To rack my brain in search of fitting rhymes, 
 When troubles crowd around me in a mob. 
 -i That mucker, Bangs, has butted in — the slob. 
 
 He makes me feel like three defective dimes, That's 30 cents, 
 
 you know. 
 
 He asked Her to the Hop — of all the crimes ! — 
 It makes me bubble cuss-words by the gob. 
 
 The nerve of him ! the cheek ! the brass ! the 
 
 gall! 
 He must have seen how strong I was with Her, 
 And yet he marches, waddles, up the hall, 
 And asks Her to the Hop! I didn't stir. 
 But I'd have liked to take the little cur I '™ real sava f 
 
 when aroused. 
 
 And dash his flabby brains out on the wall. 
 
"That lobster Bliss." 
 
XIV. 
 Say, do you know that girl I chased around? 
 
 I hated to, but she 
 
 forced me to it. Well, I have dropped her hard, it's just like 
 this: 
 I asked her to the Prom, and then I found 
 That she is going with that lobster Bliss. 
 Well, if 'twas someone else I wouldn't care, 
 In fact I don't care, but it makes me mad 
 To see her going with that saphead cad, 
 Who has no thoughts except of things to wear. 
 
 I'll show them both, bah — what's the use of 
 
 them? 
 I'll get a girl from home to make her look 
 Like cheap, frayed lace upon a shirtwaist's 
 
 liei-71 That's the latest in 
 
 slang, I made it up 
 
 They'll learn that I'm a terror when I'm 
 
 shook — 
 I'll show them I don't give a D — A — M — 
 And they'll back up and hunt a shady nook. 
 
"I'm going home. : 
 
XV. 
 
 (Thank Gawd!) I'm going home, for Xmas's coming fast, 
 
 I'm going home to show them what I've 
 
 learned ; 
 The stir I've made here and the heads I've 
 
 turned — 
 The hearts I've broken as the time went past. 
 Mary's my gw at Ah, how I'll dazzle Mary — how she'll cast 
 
 home. A Sailor has 
 
 a sweetheart in Adoring glances at me. Unconcerned, 
 
 every port, you 
 
 know. i>u i et ij er worship, for I'VE vainly yearned 
 To win her, days gone by, and now I'll blast 
 
 Her hopes in sweet revenge. I'll turn to Jane, 
 And lead her captive to my new found charms. 
 'Tis brains that win the women — my heart 
 
 warms 
 With thoughts of all the conquests I shall gain. 
 Don't this last line i' m going home to triumph with my brain 
 
 give you an idea of 
 
 vastness? Huh! O'er all the people of the towns and farms. 
 
"Young man, I have bad news." 
 
XVI. 
 
 I got a con, I got a con, Hoo roo! 
 rm getting to be a I am a College Man to beat the band, 
 
 regular Gol Darn. 
 
 My Prof, just grasped me sadly by the hand 
 And said "Young man, I have bad news for 
 
 you. 
 Your Latin standings will not let you 
 
 through — 
 And you're conditioned. Where you're going 
 
 to land 
 I do not know, unless you brace up, and ril have to dig 
 
 Do somewhat better than the way you do." 
 
 Ah, how I'll make Her say, "You naughty 
 
 child, 
 I fear they're spoiling you, you must be good." 
 And then I'll tell Her just how awful wild w „ „ T , 
 
 J Well really, I'm 
 
 I was at home, I don't suppose I should— pretty dissi P atetl - 
 But just a little wickedness adds spice, 
 The women do not like a man too nice. 
 
"I got a 'C " 
 
This shows I'm 
 learning fast. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 "Midnight, and I sit here and deeply think 
 
 Of nature and the vastness of the earth, 
 
 And space which laughs in silent Titon mirth 
 
 At all our aspirations towards the brink 
 
 Of the Immutable" — Great Hinky Dink ! That's another one 
 
 of my own crea- 
 
 How's that for language ? Well, I guess that's tions in coiioqmi- 
 
 ism, pretty good I 
 
 worth s uess! 
 
 An "A" at least — I'll show 'em there's no 
 
 dearth 
 Of genius here, you watch me make 'em blink. 
 
 That measly Prof's a lobster, that is all ; a prophet is with- 
 
 out profit in his 
 
 I got a "C" on that great theme of mine. own country, (i 
 
 made that up.) 
 
 He has less feeling than a common wall, 
 Or he'd have seen and felt it to be fine; 
 But when I write for Harper's Magazine, 
 I'll spurn him coldly, though he cringe and 
 crawl. 
 
 "Cringe and crawl, — " I just can't help alliterating a good deal. 
 
"1 paid 
 
XVIII. 
 
 Each day I'm here my fame grows wider still. That's no juioiiy 
 I joined a speaking club a day ago, 
 They seemed to realize how much I know 
 Because they cheered and called for me until 
 I spoke to them — and then as if to fill 
 My cup of joy with "worship's overflow" 
 That's true appre- They made me head debater — doing so 
 
 elation. 
 
 Because they wanted me to move and thrill 
 
 Men's hearts — and plead with "Logic ab- 
 solute." 
 And then they said "The custom is full old 
 For those elected to the grand debate 
 To stand for stews and steaks and beer to 
 
 A Senior told me it boot," 
 
 was a fake and that T 
 
 i wasn't reaiiy I paid — but even now my feet grow cold, 
 
 Hed. Remembering how much those fellows ate. notmyfeet member ' 
 
"A swallow-tail " 
 
XIX. 
 
 I guess perhaps I'm not among the swells — 
 I'm going to the Prom, just watch my smoke, 
 A swallow-tail, and pats, and silk-lined cloak 
 And then the girl — say — talk about your belles ! 
 Another conquest — oh, it's brain that tells 
 But I'm a true sport now — my watch in soak 
 And bills galore, and father nearly broke. 
 But then a fellow's got to have the shells 
 
 To treat his maiden right ! You'll note my slang 
 no commits here Like me 5t ' s swagger and it's up to date, 
 Gee, won't I cut a figure with the gang 
 Of girls which gathers here, — just watch and 
 
 wait — 
 More broken hearts upon my string to hang, 
 It's wicked, but I seem to be their Fate. 
 
"She's joined the Physics class 
 
XX. 
 
 She's joined the Physics class that I am in, 
 And I'm so glad because She has the seat 
 Beside my own, and oh, it's awful sweet, 
 To watch Her face and scan Her dimpled 
 
 rjlin I think that is a 
 
 very nice expres- 
 
 And talk to Her before the Profs, begin— sion - 
 Excuse my sian E I bet I get a graft that can't be beat, 
 
 here, there are 
 
 times i can't help j bet j f ree ze the others out complete. 
 
 using it, you know. r 
 
 Why, it's so easy it's almost a sin. 
 
 * * * * * * * 
 
 When I came in today I found a Soph. 
 
 Nervei Had swiped my seat and sat there by Her side, 
 
 And when I told him his mistake and tried 
 
 To make him move, he only said "Run off, 
 
 i wonder? My childish friend, this is no place for you, But no! 
 
 I'm sitting here because She asked me to." 
 
'I bumped my head." 
 
XXI. 
 
 I went to see Her and She was so nice 
 
 Itwasjusfhunky j feU . fl j^ ^jjj deeper than j ^ 
 
 She sat down close to me, — Ah Paradise 
 Can hold no joy like that you see — because 
 I whispered — "Dear, I scarce had seen you 
 
 twice 
 Before I knew I loved you, can you care 
 For one like me, unworthy, steeped in vice?" — 
 And then She said my life She'd gladly share — 
 
 And oh, but I was happy — She was mine, 
 
 Mine, mine at last, I drew Her close and said 
 
 "My darling, may I taste your lips' red wine?" 
 
 She blushed, and then I bumped my sleepy head Torture! 
 
 Against the bed-post — it was just a dream — That is a very 
 
 pretty and entirely 
 
 I wonder why dreams are not what they seem, original thought. 
 
"Girls are the biggest puzzles." 
 
XXII. 
 
 Girls are the biggest puzzles ever made; 
 This ii an old, old They throw you down and weep because you're 
 
 Story, but I put it J J r J 
 
 pretty neatly. hurt 
 
 They trample all your feelings in the dirt 
 And wonder at the havoc they have played. 
 I, I have learned a lot since I have stayed 
 In bondage to Her — She's been gentle, curt, 
 Mean, lovely, sympathetic, modest, pert, 
 And kept me always guessing and — afraid. 
 
 She CAN.be mighty nice, and She will listen 
 
 Sometimes so closely to the things I say, Now what do you 
 
 think of this? 
 
 And in Her eye a little tear will glisten 
 When just a touch of sorrow I display; 
 And then She pipes up with a little laugh, 
 "You orate like a penny phonograph." 
 
"As silent as a stone 
 
XXIII. 
 
 If She and I had all this place alone 
 J °y ! She'd be Professor of Domestic Science, 
 
 My topic I should make, "The Dual Alliance, 
 Its influence on happiness, — how shown?" 
 BiissM Say, wouldn't it be great? — She all my own, But yes! 
 And not a lobster ever butting in, 
 No nifty talker giving Her his chin, Although rm quite 
 
 a josher myself. 
 
 Nevermore! While I stand by as silent as a stone. 
 
 No classes, quizzes, lectures to attend, 
 Ecstasy!!! No English themes, no studies to prepare, 
 
 No laboratory work to make me swear, i shall never say 
 
 "Fudge" again! 
 
 Nothing but peace and quiet without end, 
 No heartache then, no heart that loves amiss, 
 Rapture!!!! No anything but happiness and bliss. 
 
"To paddle with my hands." 
 
XXIV. 
 i rented the boat. I took Her out canoeing Wednesday night — 
 
 I do that lots of TT - . 01 - , , . - „. 
 
 times, it costs 2j How fair She looked in that white dress She 
 
 cents an hour, too. 
 
 wore 
 She glimmered like the moonlight on the shore 
 Until my heart leapt, throbbing at the sight, 
 (I guess I'm pretty strong with Her all right, 
 And every day I see She loves me more) 
 
 And as we swiftly swept the waters o'er, "Swiftly Swept" 
 
 love i 
 light. 
 
 that's alliterating 
 
 With love for me I watched Her deep eyes SO me. 
 
 I knew Her heart was wholly, freely mine, 
 And in my joy my paddle slipped from me 
 And splashed a quart of water on Her dress, 
 And then went floating off "across the brine,' 
 I had to paddle with my hands, and Gee 
 
 Just the same I like 
 
 to look at Her. I won't get sentimental soon, I guess. 
 
' I know I'm drunk. 
 
XXV. 
 i wrote this after- I — hie — 'm shelebratin", drownin' out, 
 
 wards. Really, I 
 
 wasn't quite this Zhe shorrow whish my leaden heartsh — 
 
 bad, but I had a 
 good many pops Strm S feel, 
 
 and two beers. 
 
 She turned me down — hie — trod me under heel. 
 Show now — hie — I hafhs shtarted on zhe 
 
 shout. 
 Shay. Have annuzher on zhe cock — sure tout, 
 Zhat — hie — wash blattin, in a blatin' spiel, 
 Of how he wash — hie — sholid an' zhe real, 
 An' only steady zhat She'd have about. 
 
 Well shay, I guess She didn' throw me down, 
 
 An' walk — hie — ri' 'pon my sthricken form 
 
 I'm jus' zhe mud zhat litters up zhe town, 
 
 For her to walksh in, whensh zhere ish — hie — 
 storm. 
 
 I know I'm — drunk but here'sh my sole de- 
 fense, Prob'ly she doesn't 
 
 feel that way about 
 
 Whensh shobbered up I feel like shurty shents. me though. 
 
"Oh Lord, oh Lordl 
 
XXVI. 
 
 Oh, Lord ! Oh ! Lord ! the aching head I've got, 
 My tongue is furred, and, oh, its burning fire 
 That makes me feel as if I might require 
 Never again! Niagara Falls to quench my thirst. No sot 
 
 I'm meant to be ; the water cart is what Pretty sporty slang 
 
 here. What? 
 
 I'm going to mount and nevermore retire. 
 The drink no more for Willie, I aspire, 
 No more for "one small bird and one large 
 bot." 
 
 Old R. E. Morse has got me, got me bad, 
 I've surely hit the awful pace that kills, 
 I wonder how I'll square myself with dad 
 I must have run three dollars' worth of bills ! 
 a g iri could keep a And She?— perhaps She'll call me back to save 
 hU steaight! Mv tortured soul from drink's engulfing wave ! 
 
"To try my luck." 
 
XXVII. 
 
 And now, at last, I'm going to try my luck, 
 
 I ' ma ' ittl tho"gh'! Fve felt that a11 alon S She cared for me 
 
 And spite of all the slights and spurns that She 
 
 Has dished me out, I've kept my nerve and 
 
 stuck. 
 
 I know She's dropped me, trod me in the muck, 
 
 And chanted dirges (figuratively) 
 
 Upon my prostrate corpse, but I could see 
 
 That She admired me for my bulldog pluck 
 
 In clinging to my happiness and hope. 
 (I realize these metaphors are mixed) 
 And so, at length I shall no longer grope "Grope" is a good 
 
 word, I ute it lots. 
 
 But I shall learn on whom Her love is fixed 
 
 And if Her answer brings me sodden woe 
 
 Then I — but rats, I know She won't say no ! ot course not! 
 
XXVIII. 
 She's turned me down and left me to my doom 
 for her too! ^° ^ a ys °f sadness and of bitter woe 
 She said that I'd recover, but I know 
 That Life holds nothing more for me but gloom. 
 Ah, nevermore will Love's glad light illume 
 The darksome days that I must undergo ; 
 Unceasingly my bitter tears shall flow This is like Poe, 
 
 kind of. He was 
 
 Forever on a dead hope's barren tomb. sad too. 
 
 Henceforth from womankind I turn away. 
 Their charms can never stir me, I must wend 
 Uncomforted the path of worldly strife, 
 And — Who's the peacherine that's passing, — 
 
 say, 
 If you are in the census as my friend, 
 Just knock me down to her and save my life ! 
 
 THE END.