Dreams only are true; but they fade and are gone— For her face is not here when I waken at dawn; The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose _Mine_ only; _hers_ only the dream and repose. I am weary of waiting, and weary of tears, And my heart wearies, too, all these desolate years, Moaning over the one only song that it knows,— The little red ribbon, the ring and the rose! “HOW DID YOU REST, LAST NIGHT?” “How did you rest, last night?”— I’ve heard my gran’pap say Them words a thousand times—that’s right— Jes them words thataway! As punctchul-like as morning dast To ever heave in sight Gran’pap ’ud allus haf to ast— “How did you rest, last night?” Us young-uns used to grin, At breakfast, on the sly, And mock the wobble of his chin And eyebrows helt so high And kind: “_How did you rest, last night?_” We’d mumble and let on Our voices trimbled, and our sight Wuz dim, and hearin’ gone. ... Bad as I ust to be, All I’m a-wantin’ is As puore and ca’m a sleep fer me And sweet a sleep as his! And so I pray, on Jedgment Day To wake, and with its light See _his_ face dawn, and hear him say— “How did you rest, last night?” A GOOD-BYE “Good-bye, my friend!” He takes her hand— The pressures blend: They understand But vaguely why, with drooping eye, Each moans—“Good-bye!—Good-bye!” “Dear friend, good-bye!” O she could smile If she might cry A little while!— She says, “I _ought_ to smile—but I— Forgive me—_There!_—Good-bye!” “‘Good-bye?’ Ah, no: I hate,” says he, “These ‘good-byes’ so!” “And _I_,” says she, “Detest them so—why, I should _die_ Were this a _real_ ‘good-bye!’” WHEN MAIMIE MARRIED When Maimie married Charley Brown, Joy took possession of the town; The young folks swarmed in happy throngs— They rang the bells—they carolled songs— They carpeted the steps that led Into the church where they were wed; And up and down the altar-stair They scattered roses everywhere; When, in her orange-blossom crown, Queen Maimie married Charley Brown. So beautiful she was, it seemed Men, looking on her, dreamed they dreamed; And he, the holy man who took Her hand in his, so thrilled and shook. The gargoyles round the ceiling’s rim Looked down and leered and grinned at him, Until he half forgot his part Of sanctity, and felt his heart Beat worldward through his sacred gown— When Maimie married Charley Brown. The bridesmaids kissed her, left and right— Fond mothers hugged her with delight— Young men of twenty-seven were seen To blush like lads of seventeen, The while they held her hand to quote Such sentiments as poets wrote.— Yea, all the heads that Homage bends Were bowed to her.—But O my friends, _My_ hopes went up—_my_ heart went down— When Maimie married—_Charley Brown!_