Lady's Bedstraw.
Under two secret arching hedges
Masses of Bedstraw grow,
Silvery-white among the sedges,
Like drifts of fairy-snow;
Deep's the middle, fringed the edges;
Who sleeps there? Do you know?
Do you? Or you?
Hark! for the breezes know.
"Oh, there my Lady Summer lies
Adream beneath cool April skies;
About her blossoms fall
On her long limbs and secret eyes.
Still she sleeps, virginal;
Then--hark! June's clarion call!
She lifts her wistful wilful eyes,
Springs light afoot and away she flies.
But her Bedstraw dies."
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"We have received from ---- Manufacturing Company, New York,
makers of Distructive Stationery for Social Correspondence,
copies of their artistic Wall Calendars." _West Indian Paper._
The calendars don't interest us, but a few samples of the "distructive
stationery" would come in useful for answering bores.
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