The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (4.1895)

Two Songs

By Charles Sydney

I

My love is selfish and unfair,

Her kisses fall so thick and fast,

That while I wait to give my share,

The priceless time is past.

And I have been to blame tili now,

For I have let her do her will ;

I thought it courteous to allow
My love to take her fi.ll,

Trusting a time would quickly be,

When she would stay and look for mine
But having borne it patiently,

I will no longer pine.

Pli fold her in my arms to-night,

And justice on her lips I’ll wreak :

I’ll teach my love to know the right,

And not oppress the meek !