A RHAPSODY.

Te Aroha News, Volume VIII, Issue 487, 9 July 1890, Page 8

A RHAPSODY.

I sit alone here by the lire. And watch tin* ember* fade ; While ho is dancing-at the t»»• 1 1 With soijitt bewiti-hing maid, Dancing and smiling on her, with Light heart and fiouy fre<‘ ; But [ don't e ii'u. Why should I ? ' I’m sure lie’s naught to nie. Heiolio ! ’Tis some time since I yorkfid Or danced La Polonaise. Or waltzed with Captain Parke) - , The gayest of the gay, 'Tw as that which made Jack angry* Though why I cannot see— And I dorj't cure. Why should I ? I’m sure lie’s naught to pje. And then T took that awftil cold Driving with Harry Mayp, And paid for spite with horns of pain For many a weary day, I s’pose I’d better *ve stayed at homo (•Jack told me to, you see). I didn’t care. Why should I ? Ihn sure lie’s untight to me. I think I'd like a waltg to-night With Harry or with—Jack—fie waltzes so divinely— But that old Doctor Quack, lie said ’twould he my certain death, So nere I am, you see. But I don’t care. Why should I ? I’m sure lie’s naught to me, They say he likes Sidone Clark, I don't see how lie can ( For she’s a hold designing flirt: But what’s Ihtu to a man. Pei haps she is a better match Than I can ever he. But I don’t care. Why should I ? I’m sure lie’s naught to me. Maybe I did flirt, just a hit With Tom and Harry Maye, Perhaps it was imprudent To go to drive that day. But (hen Jack needn’t be so cross ! We never did a-ru-e. But I don’t care. Why should I ? I’m sure lie’s naught to me. P rhap-, if lie should come to-night, A r.d manfully allow l iro } was right and l»e was wrong, 1 n ight forgive him now. I’m s-uie 1 think it is his place ; I would —if I were lie— But I don’t care. Why should I ? I’m sure he’s naught to me. And if lie wants to stay away And linger by Tier side /She’s glad enough to have him-* I know hoy,' hard she’s tried), I know I shall not pine and sigh And mourn “fate’s sad decree.’’ ! don’t care. Why should 1 ? I’m 'iire he’s naught to me. I know that lie’ll regret it, once The nuptial knot is tied. I hope that lie'll he happy With a vixen for his bride. He’ll wish he hadn’t been so mean ! But then too late ’twill be. For I don't care. Why should I? I’m sure he's naught to me. , '