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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3951, 27 August 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

AFTrR THR BALL,

Tfkv oat and combed their beautiful hair, Their long btight tret>si jn one by O' c. As they laughed and talked in the chamber theiM After the revel was done. Idly th.y (alked of waltz «nd quadrille, Idly t ey laughed like other girls, Who over the fire, when ul) is still, Comb out their braids and mrls. Bobes of satin und Brussels lace, Knots of flowers and ribbons too, Scattered übout in every place, For the revol is through. ; And Maud and Madge in ro^es of white, j I ihe prettiest nightgowns under the sun^ Stoc-inglese, shoeless, sit in the night," / For the revel is done. Sit and comb their benutiful hair— Those wonderful wav< s of brown and gold, Till tliH fire is out, in the chamber there, And the little bare feet are cold. Then nut of the gathering winter chill, All out of the bitter 8 . Agnes we»th-»r. While ihe fire is out, und the house is still, Mtiud and Madge together. Muud atid Madge in robes of white, The prettiest nightgowns undtr the sun, Curtuined away from the c illy night, , After the revel is done. FJo'U away in a splendid dream, To a golden gittern'e tinkling time, While a thousand lustres shimmering stream, In a pulace's grand saloon. FJashes of jewels, and flutter of lace§, Tropical odours sweeter than musk, Men and women with benutiful faces, And eyes of trjpical du*u, And one face shining out like a star— One fuce haunting the dreams of each, And one voice sweeter than others are, Breaking into silvery speech.Telling, through lips of bearded bloom, An old, old story over again, As down the royal bannered room, To the golden gitter'n's strain, Two and two they dreamily walk, While an unseen spirit walks beside, And, all unheard in the lover's talk, He claimeth one for his bride. O Maud and Madge, dream on together, With never a pang of jealous fear! For ere the bitter St. Agnes weather Shall whiten another year, Bobed for the bridal, and robed for the tomb, Braided brown hair and golden treji, There '11 be only one of you left for the bloom Of the bfarded lipa to press: Only one for the bridal pearls, The robe of satin and Brussels lace— Only one to blush through her curls At the night of a lover's face. O beautiful Madge, in your b.idal white, For you the revel has just begun ; But for her who sleeps in your arms to-night The revel of life is done! But robed and crowned with your saintly bliss. Queen of heaven and bride of the sun, O beau'iful Maud, you'll never miss The kisses .another has won. NORA PKBET.