Lost Kitten Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They walked with wobbly feet.

To tribulations of mankind Dame Nature is indifferent; To human sorrow she is blind, And deaf to human discontent. Mid fear and fratricidal fray,

How often have I started out With no thought in my noodle, And wandered here and there about, Where fancy bade me toddle; Till feeling faunlike in my glee

I dreamed I saw three demi—gods w… And one was small and crapulous, a… And one was eaten up with vice and… The first he spoke of secret sins,… And velvet cats and courtesans vol…

Think not because you raise A gleaming sword, That you will win to praise Before the Lord. And though men hail you great

“Lord God of Hosts,” the people p… “Make strong our arms that we may… Our cursed foe and win the day.” “Lord God of Battles,” cries the… “Guide us to strike a bloody blow,

The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such a spell That though my love I dare not te…

Dames should be doomed to dungeons Who masticate raw onions. She was the cuddly kind of Miss A man can love to death; But when I sought to steal a kiss

I often wonder how Life clicks because They don’t make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or three

I just think that dreams are best, Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test, Try not how your silver rings; Fancy women pure and good,

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. When wearily I lie,

Winnie When I went by the meadow gate The chestnut mare would trot to me… And as her coming I would wait, She’d whinney high as if to greet…

I watched one day a parrot grey —'… “Cuckold!” he cried, until I sigh… Then balefully he looked at me, an… With sneering eye that seemed to p… So fierce, so bold, so grim, so co…

When I played my penny whistle on… The heather bloomed about us, and… As you bent above your knitting so… And fine and soft and slow the rai… Your cheeks were pink like painted…

He sleeps beside me in the bed; Upon my breast I hold his head; Oh how I would that we were wed, For he sails in the morning. I wish I had not been so kind;