Of all true love has birth.
Ah, well! ah, well! I never question myself like Dell,
For I KNOW a true heart's worth.

Pleasure to Dell seems stale and old,
Often she sits and sighs;
Life to me is a tale untold,
Each day is a glad surprise.
Dell will marry, of course, some day,
After her belleship is run;
She will cavil the matter in worldly way
And wed Dame Fortune's son
But, ah, well! sweet to tell, I shall not dally and choose like Dell,
For I love and am loved by--ONE.



ABOUT MAY



One night Nurse Sleep held out her hand
To tired little May.
"Come, go with me to Wonderland,"
She said, "I know the way.
Just rock-a-by--hum--m--m,
And lo! we come
To the place where the dream-girls play."

But naughty May, she wriggled away