I'm changed, so changed since I was here— O tempora mutantur ! The Angel's not much altered since That happy month of June, The shape of this decanter! We've since been both much put about- Ay, there's the clock, and looking-glass She vow'd her Love was very fair, · And there's that daub of Prince Leeboo ; 'Twas Pamela's fond banter To fancy it resembled me. O tempora mutantur ! The curtains have been dyed, but there, The very same, crack'd pane of glass On which I scratch'd her name. It used to so enchant her The pilgrim sees an empty chair It may be she has found her grave, ; The fairest fade, the best of men Frederick Locker. MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS She has dancing eyes and ruby lips, THEY nearly strike me dumb,- This palpitation means These boots are Geraldine's- O, where did hunter win For her feet? You lucky little kid, The faery stitching gleams That the Pixies were the wags And these heels. What soles to charm an elf! Chanced to view One printed near the tide, O, how hard he would have tried Come, Gerry, since it suits Set your dainty hand awhile On my shoulder, Dear, and I'll. /. Frederick Locker. AN OLD MUFF He cannot be complete in aught TIME has a magic wand! Years ago, twenty-three, Laughing and teasing 'Pru, of the breezy curls, Question those solemn churls,What holds a pretty girl's Hand without squeezing? Uncle was then a lad Gay, but, I grieve to add, Glide, with a sweet disdain, Psalm-book and kerchief new, Sweetly her Sabbath sped Then ; from this muff it's said, Tracts she distributed : Converts (till Monday)! Lured by the grace they lack'd, Love has a potent spell; Heart undermining, Slipt, so the scandal runs, Worse follow'd-soon the jade After such shocking games Gayest, and now her name's ́ |