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OQUETTE _A Portrait_ BY JOHN G. SAXE "You're clever at drawing, I own," Said my beautiful cousin Lisette, As we sat by the window alone, "But say, can you paint a Coquette?" "She's painted already," quoth I; "Nay, nay!" said the laughing Lisette, "Now none of your joking,--but try And paint me a thorough Coquette." "Well, cousin," at once I began In the ear of the eager Lisette, "I'll paint you as well as I can That wonderful thing, a Coquette. "She wears a most beautiful face," ("Of course!" said the pretty Lisette), "And isn't deficient in grace, Or else she were not a Coquette. "And then she is daintily made" (A smile from the dainty Lisette), "By people expert in the trade Of forming a proper Coquette. "She's the winningest ways with the beaux," ("Go on!"--said the winning Lisette), "But there isn't a man of them knows The mind of the fickle Coquette! "She knows how to weep and to sigh," (A sigh from the tender Lisette), "But her weeping is all in my eye,-- Not that of the cunning Coquette! "In short, she's a creature of art," ("Oh hush!" said the frowning Lisette), "With merely the ghost of a heart,-- Enough for a thorough Coquette. "And yet I could easily prove" ("Now don't!" said the angry Lisette), "The lady is always in love,-- In love with herself,--the Coquette! "There,--do not be angry!--you know, My dear little cousin Lisette, You told me a moment ago To paint _you_--a thorough Coquette!" A SPRING FEELING BY BLISS CARMAN I think it must be spring. I feel All broken up and thawed. I'm sick of everybody's "wheel"; I'm sick of being jawed. I am too winter-killed to live, Cold-sour through and through. O Heavenly Barber, come and give My soul a dry shampoo! I'm sick of all these nincompoops, Who weep through yards of verse, And all these sonneteering dupes Who whine and froth and curse. I'm sick of seeing my own name Tagged to some paltry line, While this old _corpus_ without shame Sits down to meat and wine. I'm sick of all these Yellow Books, And all these Bodley Heads; I'm sick of all these freaks and spooks And frights in double leads.
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