Part 9 (1/2)
And her beautiful eyes are as midday to me, When the lily-bell bends with the weight of the bee, And the throat of the thrush is a-pulse in the heat, And the senses are drugged with the subtle and sweet And delirious breaths of the air's lullabies-- So I swoon in the noon of her beautiful eyes.
O her beautiful eyes! they have smitten mine own As a glory glanced down from the glare of The Throne; And I reel, and I falter and fall, as afar Fell the shepherds that looked on the mystical Star, And yet dazed in the tidings that bade them arise-- So I grope through the night of her beautiful eyes.
DOT LEEDLE BOY.
Ot's a leedle Christmas story Dot I told der leedle folks-- Und I vant you stop dot laughin'
Und grackin' funny jokes'-- So-help me Peter-Moses!
Ot's no time for monkeys.h.i.+ne', Ober I vas told you somedings Of dot leedle boy of mine!
Ot vas von cold Vinter vedder, Ven der snow vas all about-- Dot you have to chop der hatchet Eef you got der saur kraut!
Und der cheekens on der hind-leg Vas standin' in der s.h.i.+ne Der sun shmile out dot morning On dot leedle boy of mine.
He vas yoost a leedle baby Not bigger as a doll Dot time I got acquaintet-- Ach! you ought to heard 'im squall!-- I grackys! dot's der moosic Ot make me feel so fine Ven first I vas been marriet-- Oh, dot leedle boy of mine!
He look' yoost like his fader!-- So, ven der vimmen said ”Vot a purty leedle baby!”
Katrina shake der head.
I d.i.n.k she must a-notice Dot der baby vas a-gryin', Und she cover up der blankets Of dot leedle boy of mine.
Vel, ven he vas got bigger, Dot he grawl und b.u.mp his nose, Und make der table over, Und mola.s.ses on his glothes-- Dot make 'im all der sveeter,-- So I say to my Katrine ”Better you vas quit a-shpankin'
Dot leedle boy of mine!”
I vish you could a-seen id-- Ven he glimb up on der chair Und shmash der lookin' gla.s.ses Ven he try to comb his hair Mit a hammer!--Und Katrina Say ”Dot's an ugly sign!”
But I laugh und vink my fingers At dot leedle boy of mine.
But vonce, dot Vinter morning, He shlip out in der snow Mitout no stockin's on 'im.-- He say he ”vant to go Und fly some mit der birdies!”
Und ve give 'im medi-cine Ven he catch der ”parrygoric”-- Dot leedle boy of mine!
Und so I set und nurse 'im, Vile der Christmas vas come roun', Und I told 'im 'bout ”Kriss Kringle,”
How he come der chimbly down: Und I ask 'im eef he love 'im Eef he bring 'im someding fine?
”_Nicht besser as mein fader_,”
Say dot leedle boy of mine.--
Und he put his arms aroun' me Und hug so close und tight, I hear der gclock a-tickin'
All der balance of der night! . . .
Someding make me feel so funny Ven I say to my Katrine ”Let us go und fill der stockin's Of dot leedle boy of mine.”
Veil.--Ve buyed a leedle horses Dot you pull 'im mit a shtring, Und a leedle fancy jay-bird-- Eef you vant to hear 'im sing You took 'im by der top-knot Und yoost blow in behine-- Und dot make much _spectakel_-- For dot leedle boy of mine!
Und gandles, nuts and raizens-- Unt I buy a leedle drum Dot I vant to hear 'im rattle Ven der Gristmas morning come!
Und a leedle shmall tin rooster Dot vould crow so loud und fine Ven he sqveeze 'im in der morning, Dot leedle boy of mine!
Und--vile ve vas a-fixin'-- Dot leedle boy vake out!