He recalls those fond caresses, And the lips so trembling sweet, And the touch of perfumed tresses As they sat on the rustic seat, On the shadowy bank by rippling streams. With a feeling of strange depression He recalls how he stormed and raged, /When he learned in a brief conversation With the' fair one, that she was engaged To a coffee dealer who grinds his own beans. —Hamilton Li A BALLAD OF C014144G1 DAYS. Worn tokens that old tales repeat Of many a "stunt" 'neath midnight skies, Old, fading photographs, a sweet Dead rose that worn and tattered lies, A tiny pin, life's chiefest prize, To him who trod Hellenic ways, These hush dull Care's low sullen sighs, With tender dreams of college days. Far distant days, when life was sweet, Nor marred by din of market cries, When hours sped by with winged feet, And clouds could never hide the skies, When all the world was in her eyes, When—but 'Us needless now to praise The golden memories that rise With dreams of far-off college I lays. L'r4NVOI. Prince, true content cloth all despise Save inglenook and wood fires blaZe, Slow smoke rings that like incense rise And dreams of far-off college days. —Swarthmore Phoenix
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