Her Letter, His Answer & Her Last LetterHarte, Bret
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Her Letter, His Answer & Her Last Letter
Harte, Bret
American poetry
OF course you will _say_ that I "never
Replied to the letter you wrote."
That is just like a man! But, however,
I read it--or how could I quote?
And as to the stories you've heard (No,
Don't tell me you haven't--I know!)
You'll not believe one blessed word, Joe;
But just whence they came, let them go!
[Illustration:
_And as to the stories you've heard (No,
Don't tell me you haven't--I know!)_]
AND they came from Sade Lotski of Yolo,
Whose father sold clothes on the Bar--
You called him Job-lotski, you know, Joe,
And the boys said _her_ value was _par_.
Well, we met her in Paris--just flaring
With diamonds, and lost in a hat!
And she asked me "How Joseph was faring
In his love-suit on Poverty Flat!"
[Illustration:
_Whose father sold clothes on the Bar--
You called him Job-lotski, you know, Joe_]
SHE thought it would shame me! I met her
With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop;
And I said that your "love-suit fared better
Than any suit out of _their_ shop!"
And I didn't blush _then_--as I'm doing
To find myself here, all alone,
And left, Joe, to do all the "suing"
To a lover that's certainly flown.
[Illustration:
_I met her
With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop_]
[Illustration:
_And I didn't blush then--as I'm doing
To find myself here, all alone_]
IN this brand-new hotel, called "The Lily"
(I wonder who gave it that name?),
I really am feeling quite silly,
To think I was once called the same;
And I stare from its windows, and fancy
I'm labeled to each passer-by.
Ah! gone is the old necromancy,
For nothing seems right to my eye.
[Illustration:
_Ah! gone is the old necromancy,
For nothing seems right to my eye_]
ON that hill there are stores that I knew not;
There's a street--where I once lost my way;
And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot
Is shamelessly open as day!
And that bank by the spring--I once drank there,
And you called the place Eden, you know;
Now, I'm banished like Eve--though the bank there
Is belonging to "Adams and Co."
[Illustration:
_And that bank by the spring--I once drank there,
And you called the place Eden, you know_]
[Illustration:
_And the copse where you once tied my shoe-knot
Is shamelessly open as day!_]
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