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Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/"Mrs. Smith"

“MRS. SMITH.”



I.

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!

 

II.

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.

 

III.

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.

 

IV.

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!”

 

V.

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.”

 

VI.

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.”

 

VII.

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.

 

VIII.

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.