The Trick
I was anxious to know if my mistress was true,
So I thought of a trick that would test darling Sue.
— I must leave you, — I said, — for a season, my dear,
— Don't forget me too soon, I'll be back in a year. —
At once she leaped up sobbing loud from our bed,
Her hair flying loose and her cheeks flaming red,
And beating her face with a pitiful cry
— Do not leave me, — she sobbed, — or I surely shall die. —
So I yielded the point in a stiff sort of way,
And said with an air, — I suppose I must stay. —
Well, I'm lucky, I think: now her thanks I have won
For a thing I'd in any case gladly have done.
So I thought of a trick that would test darling Sue.
— I must leave you, — I said, — for a season, my dear,
— Don't forget me too soon, I'll be back in a year. —
At once she leaped up sobbing loud from our bed,
Her hair flying loose and her cheeks flaming red,
And beating her face with a pitiful cry
— Do not leave me, — she sobbed, — or I surely shall die. —
So I yielded the point in a stiff sort of way,
And said with an air, — I suppose I must stay. —
Well, I'm lucky, I think: now her thanks I have won
For a thing I'd in any case gladly have done.
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