Having loved you has made my love stronger For her whom I now so adore; I'd truly not know how to love her Had I not loved you-all before.

Good-bye, then, again, fairest garden; Good-bye to you all, fickle dears; Dear Rosemary, last, fondest treasure, Will be faithful to me through the years.

My Threnody

The Weatherman's in direst straits; All wrong are his predictions; Not Bright and Fair, but Drear and Cold-- And so his maledictions.

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Now I can give the answer to This scientific gent: 'Tis not from meteoric change-- But just 'cause SHE has went.

I've read by hundreds love-stuff books, But ne'er believed one bit When sun was made to cease to shine When "SHE" made her exit.

But now I know that they were right; From Sol no rays are sent; It's dull and gray and dismal quite-- And all 'cause SHE has went.

I cannot read, nor write, nor think Since SHE has went, Oh, dear!

Of compensation, though, there's heaps: For, well, she once was here!

So I'll not mind the fierce heart pain That naught seems to allay.

She's went, ah me! but I shall hope That she'll come back some day.

Eternity

She's coming-- The woman I loved and lost!

Widowed at last and once more free.

One hand, two, or arms? Ah, me!

Our meeting, her greeting--....

O what will it be?

She's coming-- The woman I loved--and love!

Long have I waited so hopelessly; One year, all--yet faithfully.

Returning! I'm yearning....

Be kind, G.o.ds, to me!

Yes, coming!

O woman beloved of all, Come to arms that still ache so for thee!

One age, two, ETERNITY For loving, for LOVING Awaits you and me.

INTERMISSION

A MEDLEY

(_Rendered by the Jumbler during the Intermission_).

I 'Ear Noes

_The Jumbler turns some anatomical terms._

The night has a thousand eyes, The day to one lays claim; The big brown pair that you, dear, wear Sure puts them all to shame.

It seems 'bout a thousand years My heart you've trod in dust; But lend an ear and listen, dear: The end of waste is bust.

Though I've heard a thousand noes-- As someone knows is true-- An aye once said, we'll soon be wed, Or I'll be ever blue.

Ode to a Sylphine Figure

Thinner yet and thinner-- I would be like thee.

I am nearly drowned in Perspiration's sea.

From my adiposeness I'd be set clear free-- Though it means my joining Broomstick cavalry.

Feelin' Blue

My nose is red, I'm feeling blue!

If you had bawled I guess so'd you ... be feelin' blue.

BECAUSE I Have Just Run Into a Nest of Crying Women.

I went to a Niobe party, Where all were expected to bawl; There were peachy repiners and whiners in minors-- Your "Uncle" wailed loudest of all.

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