Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Mortimer CollinsAd Chloen, M.A.
(Fresh from Her Cambridge Examination)
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And your eyes are very blue,
And your hose;
And your brow is like the snow,
And the various things you know
Goodness knows.
And your Algebra and Greek
Perfect are;
And that loving lustrous eye
Recognizes in the sky
Every star.
You can doubtless an eclipse
Calculate;
But for your cærulean hue,
I had certainly from you
Met my fate.
I were Adams mixed with Whewell,
Then some day
I, as wooer, perhaps might come
To so sweet an Artium
Magistra.