Her Letter, His Answer & Her Last LetterHarte, Bret
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Her Letter, His Answer & Her Last Letter
Harte, Bret
American poetry
FOR I have a small favor to ask you,
As concerns a bull-pup, and the same,--
If the duty would not overtask you,--
You would please to procure for me, _game_;
And send per express to the Flat, Miss,--
For they say York is famed for the breed,
Which, though words of deceit may be that, Miss,
I'll trust to your taste, Miss, indeed.
[Illustration:
_For I have a small favor to ask you,
As concerns a bull-pup_]
_P.S._--Which this same interfering
Into other folks' way I despise;
Yet if it so be I was hearing
That it's just empty pockets as lies
Between you and Joseph, it follers
That, having no family claims,
Here's my pile, which it's six hundred dollars
As is _yours_, with respects,
TRUTHFUL JAMES.
[Illustration:
_Here's my pile; which it's six hundred dollars,
As is yours, with respects_]
[Illustration]
HER LAST LETTER
JUNE 4th! Do you know what that date means?
June 4th! by this air and these pines!
Well,--only you know how I hate scenes,--
These might be my very last lines!
For perhaps, sir, you'll kindly remember--
If some _other_ things you've forgot--
That you last wrote the 4th of _December_,--
Just six months ago!--from this spot;
[Illustration:
_That you last wrote the 4th of December,--
Just six months ago!--from this spot_]
FROM this spot, that you said was "the fairest
For once being held in my thought."
Now, really I call that the barest
Of--well, I won't say what I ought!
For here I am back from my "riches,"
My "triumphs," my "tours," and all that;
And _you_'re not to be found in the ditches
Or temples of Poverty Flat!
[Illustration:
_And you're not to be found in the ditches
Or temples of Poverty Flat!_]
[Illustration:
_From this spot, that you said was "the fairest
For once being held in my thought"_]
FROM Paris we went for the season
To London, when pa wired, "Stop."
Mamma says "his _health_" was the reason.
(I've heard that some things took a "drop.")
But she said if my patience I'd summon
I could go back with him to the Flat--
Perhaps I was thinking of some one
Who of me--well--was not thinking _that_!
[Illustration:
_From Paris we went for the season
To London, when Pa wired, "Stop"_]
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