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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... day that we went nutting Amid the autumn woods We shook the shining chestnuts From out their prickly hoods, And hickory nuts and hazel, They gaily pattered down; But not a one could match in hue Your gleaming eyes of brown. The day that we went nutting--Rare, golden afternoon, With thistle-down a-floating Like flitting fairy shoon, There was some spell around us Unfathomed of the wise; Its thrilling power I felt, although It baffled ears and eyes. The day that we went nutting We thought alone we strayed; But one with fern seed 'neath his foot A tricksy visit paid: Beside our well-filled basket Young Cupid tripped in glee, And as we bore our treasure home He won your heart for me. MY LOVE FOR THEE THE love whose thoughts far swifter fly Than sea birds through the spray; The love that craves with stifled sigh A dear voice far away; Whose longing memories strive to trace Each smile of vanished glee; And soars sublime through time and space--That is my love for thee. The wistful love that clings and clings Like some forsaken child; The trustful love that sings and sings With echoes weird and wild; That whispers in the lonely night Of what can never be, From eyes a-gleam with tearful light--That is my love for thee. The love that hath no part of bliss And only breathes in pain, And yet whose pang I would not miss For all the stars contain; That broke my heart in days gone by, And wrecked my life for me, The hopeless love that ne'er can die--That is my love for thee. THE WAIF ITH words as sweet as violets V V I wove a dainty song for her; My fingers stole across the frets, And set the golden chords astir, They quivered with a passion true That told my heart was hers alone; But, oh, her love was like the dew, A-flash at morn, ere noonday flown!...

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