WILLIE AND PHLBK. 273 



Now Willie, who long had ador'd her. 



Beheld all his rivals retire : 

 With love for the maiden he trembled, ' 



And hope set his bosom on fire : 

 And^Phebe's fine eyes all so jetty, 



Beam'd like heaven's di'monds above. 

 And she look'd so enchanting and pretty, 



He knelt, and he told her his love. 



So gentle, so graceful, so winning, 



So modest, his Phebe he woo'd : 

 In glowing young love's gallant bearing. 



And nature's rich language he sued. 

 While Phebe's bright eyes, all so jetty, 



Beam'd like heaven's di'monds above. 

 And so serious she look'd and so pretty. 



While Willie was telling his love. 



Now breathless he paus'd, and sweet Phebe 



Bestow'd the soft look of consent. 

 Then joyousness lighten'd his features. 



And on with his story he went : 

 While Phebe's bright eyes all so jetty, 



Beam'd like heaven's di'monds above. 

 And she lean'd, so attentive and pretty. 



To Willie's rich converse of love. 



Then he press'd her white hand to his bosom. 



And his lips to his lady's did lay ; 

 So eager, so earnest he pressed them. 



Their roses, amaz'd, died away. 

 And her bright eyes, so shining and jetty, 



Beam'd like heaven's di'monds above ; 

 And she sigh'd, blush'd, and looked, oh so prettv. 



And yielded her heart to his love ! 



H. B. 



