The Weekly Miner

WOOED, BUT NOT WON.

With stealthy gait she sought the gate
To see the distant sea;
The scene there seen was of a seine
Dragged leeward o'er the lea.
The bell that tolled told that ere bell
A heavy evening dew was due:
But still in still of eve she waits,
With blushing hue, for Hugh.
And soon he rode along the road.
And hied where she did hide:
Wracked by love's throes, he throws him down.
And thus sighed by her side:
"Oh! cast away all caste, and hear
My sighs of solemn size.
And raise on me the gentle rays
Of that soft eve I prize.
"Some of the sum of all your love,
O fair one, may be won:
I'll sue you, Sue, alone, the loan.
And dun you till 'tis done!
"A-l in the dust dost see me sprawl:
This sort of love I've sought;
If tort I've taught you by my words,
Then naught should come to naught."
She said: "A-lorn upon the lawn
I hear you sighing here:
Oh! do not languish in the day,
Nor gnaw your soul with fear.
To make us two but one, I, too,
Would fain seek out the fane:
But ma might mar our plans, and pa
With his raised cane raise Cain."