Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3630, 14 August 1880, Page 1

Select Poetry.

THIRTY TO-DAY.

She saw that her brown hair was bonny and bright, Her beautiful eyes were o'er-brimming with light; She looked in her glass in a curious Why, And sighed to herself' I era thirty to-day."

There* my dear litter Maud—l remember 10

well How the child used to cry when I taught her toipell— She* been married fire years, and the flirts with the men, And has stolen my loyera again and again.

She teaches me now, saying, " Child don't be free: ; 'Tis all right for an old married woman like' »•; I felt it my duty to flirt with Sir Harry, '■ He seemed so afraid you would ask him to marry."

Then there's Laura, the second, my godchild and niece, Whom the men seem to like for her baby caprice: Shewill call me Auntie whene'er she appears, She 11 provoke me some day into boxing her ears.

Yet why am I cross? Maud's on innocent flirt, And Laura is only amusingly pert; Maud has had her own way since she first was a wife, And tbe baby has never been whipped in her life.

I smile at them both ; I am not very vain, But I like (and they don't) nun with muscle ard brain, 1 here's Guy Luttrel, the famous Bohemian; now he, Whom all men abuse, is tbe fellow for »c.

H« rows on the river, be writes for the Times, He's great at the pewter, he's greater at rhymes; His dazzling dark eyes, when they look into nine, '. Seem to say (do they mean it?), "I think you divine.! "

A t«p at the door. Ah, what newt may it bring 1 . . . A note that contains n roost exquisite ring, " Lapis lazuri, Opal," she murmurs; "and Verde, And Emerald! Now I can guess at the word."

And the note: "Do you like an acrostio in gems ? - Will you listen to me by-and-bv on tbe ahainVs? " Laura looks at her glass in a happier way, And thinks, " Does he know Tarn thirty to<fcy?" . '