Classic Poem

Frank ( on the Lawn ).

Come to the Terrace, May, — the sun is low.

M AY ( in the House ).

Thanks, I prefer my Browning here instead.

Frank .

There are two peaches by the strawberry bed.

M AY .

They will be riper if we let them grow.

Frank .

Then the Park-aloe is in bloom, you know.

M AY .

Also, her Majesty Queen Anne is dead.

Frank .

But surely, May, your pony must be fed.

M AY .

And was, and is. I fed him hours ago.
'Tis useless, Frank, you see I shall not stir.

Frank .

Still, I had something you would like to hear.

M AY .

No doubt some new frivolity of men.

Frank .

Nay, — 'tis a thing the gentler sex deplores
Chiefly, I think . .
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M AY ( coming to the window ).

What is this secret, then?

Frank ( mysteriously ).

There are no eyes more beautiful than yours!