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Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4604, 6 October 1883, Page 1

Select Poetry.

MAKING LOVE IN THE CHOIK. She sat on the steps of the organ loft Just after the second hymn^'v And through nave and choir; t<j the cool gray spire The sound rose faint and dim, As they settled themselves in the church below • , For the sermon that followed next, And I seated myself by the alto's side As the parson took his text. I marked the .tender flush of her cheek, ■ : Andthe gleam" of her golden hair, . ' ' The snowy kerchief 'round her neck And her throat all white and bare— A throat so white that indeed it might An anchorite entice, And I faintly heard the parson's word As he preached of Paradise. My arm stole gently around her waist Until our fingers met, And a flitting blush made the tender flush Of her cheek grow deeper yet. Snowy and fair the hand beneath, And brown the palm above, And the brown closed softly over the white As the parson spoke of love. Ah, who is wise when deep blue eyes Meet his and look coyly down ? . Who would but drink, not care to think Of envy's jealous frown ? 'Twas but to bend till I felt her breath Grow warm on my cheek, and then My lips just softly touched her own f x As the parson said amon! /?, '%