Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/"Mrs. Smith"
Last year I trod these fields with Di,
And that’s the simple reason why
They now look arid:
Then Di was fair and single—how
Unfair it seems on me, for now
Di’s fair and married!
In bliss we roved, I scorn’d the song
Which says that tho’ young Love is strong,
The Fates are stronger:
Then breezes blew a boon to men—
Then buttercups were bright—and then
This grass was longer.
That day I saw, and much esteem’d
Di’s ankles—which the clover seem’d
Inclined to smother:
It twitch’d—and soon untied (for fun)
The ribbons of her shoes; first one,
And then the other.
’Tis said that virgins augur some
Misfortune, if their shoestrings come
To grief on Friday:
And so did Di—and so her pride
Decreed that shoestrings so untied
Are “so untidy!”
Of course I knelt, with fingers deft
I tied the right, and then the left;
Says Di,—“This stubble
Is very stupid, as I live,
I’m shocked, I’m quite ashamed to give
You so much trouble.”
For answer I was fain to sink
To what most swains would say and think
Were Beauty present;
“Don’t mention such a simple act.
A trouble? not the least. In fact
It’s rather pleasant.”
I trust that love will never tease
Poor little Di, or prove that he’s
A graceless rover;
She’s happy now—as Mrs. Smith,—
But less polite when walking with
Her chosen lover.
Farewell! And tho’ no moral clings
To Di’s soft eyes and sandal strings,
We’ve had our quarrels;
I think that Smith is thought an ass,
But know that when they walk in grass
She wears balmorals.