| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | Ad Chloen, M.A. | | By Mortimer Collins |
| | (Fresh from Her Cambridge Examination) |
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LADY, very fair are you, | |
| And your eyes are very blue, | |
| And your hose; | |
| And your brow is like the snow, | |
| And the various things you know | 5 |
| Goodness knows. | |
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| And the rose-flush on your cheek. | |
| And your Algebra and Greek | |
| Perfect are; | |
| And that loving lustrous eye | 10 |
| Recognizes in the sky | |
| Every star. | |
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| You have pouting piquant lips, | |
| You can doubtless an eclipse | |
| Calculate; | 15 |
| But for your cærulean hue, | |
| I had certainly from you | |
| Met my fate. | |
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| If by an arrangement dual | |
| I were Adams mixed with Whewell, | 20 |
| Then some day | |
| I, as wooer, perhaps might come | |
| To so sweet an Artium | |
| Magistra. | | | |
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